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It was difficult for Cailean to calm down as the old elf kept acting like he was [i]so[/i] much better than them. Like being a hundred or whatever made you smarter… Ugh.

But he did answer their questions about why he needed them, and why they [i]needed[/i] him.

Their pointed ears twitched at the mention of Witch Hunters. They shuddered. Tales of witch trials had been passed down from mother to child in the Elvish clan their mum came from, along with the myths of magic itself existing.

But the witch trials had always been presented as something done to the undeserving. Elves who’s differing culture was viewed as demonic, women who stood out or were ostracised, or just unlucky enough to be named by other ‘witches’… But not people who actually had magic. Sìne had always made it clear that the ‘magic’ the executed witches had wasn’t real… It wasn’t like the oral folklore about magic passed down from elf to elf for centuries.

No, they were a more recent horror. 

[color=8bbbad]"Oy, don’t downplay witch hunters- y’know how many were killed just a few hundred years ago?! They was torturing people all over Europe- they weren’t even actual witches! I do [i]not[/i] want pricked with a sharp needle till I confess!"[/color] Cailean waved a hand at the sorta elvish look teenager. Though, after talking about witch hunters maybe not being that scary… he did bring up an actually decent point. The guy’s future vision. [color=8bbbad]"But you’ve gotta point! What kinda shit do you see in the future for us? Like, do y’see us as trained mages?"[/color]

The thought of that- and of monsters being real (they fucking knew it) was enough to bring back their energy. They glanced around, spotting their fellow pie bringer still tragically sticky handed with no answer to a bathroom's direction. Cailean couldn’t let their pie comrade down… Not when they had a solution!

[color=8bbbad]"Hey!"[/color] They bounced over to Pom, swinging their backpack round to the front of their chest and pulling out a packet of hand wipes. They opened it up and pulled the first one out a bit before holding it towards her with a grin. [color=8bbbad]"This should get alla that off- it ain’t as a good as water, but better than nothing, ay?"[/color]