(Some people will understand why I named a rat Alan after I ’sploded it.  Others will not.  I’ll go back later (ie, when editing this disaster) and fill in some descriptions to make the rat murdering more fun.  This was written entirely in word wars, yay!  So nonsense abounds.  (Then again, I write pretty much everything in word wars…))

Apparently, for Katryn, it did not.  That room would never be the same as it was before the fire damage.

The rest of the week passed in much the same fashion – Katryn constantly overpowered her spells and blew things up (much to her delight, Poehr had given up on asking her to power down the magic once he realised she was doing it on purpose), Weorn got his ass handed to him in the practice yard, Lillian had moved on from healing paper cuts to mending broken bones and deep gashes, Carson had managed to summon a small ferret (much to his everlasting horror – Katryn alternatively thought it was the cutest thing ever and the most hilarious thing she had ever seen.  She ended up keeping it as a pet.) and Cassandra had rapidly assimilated the lute and proved to Eilyn that she was perfectly capable of barding.  Eilyn, happy to get rid of a student (they rarely interested her for more than a week), passed Cassandra off to Silvanus.  Under Silvanus’ tutelage, Cassandra started pick pocketing with some additions of her own – she had discovered that music had its own kind of magic in this world and, if she hummed the right melody, she could keep people from noticing her existence.  Very useful for a thief.

By the end of the week, Viandir was ready to throw them out to the wolves, so to speak, so he gathered them together to explain their first quest.  Their reactions were not quite what he was hoping for.

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(Another day, another 2k!  Apparently I decided that I really wanted to talk about food today… also, I’m getting bored with this palace-y bullshit.  I wanna write about them slaughtering giant rats in the sewer!  (Yes, I’ve added RPGs onto my list of things I’m parodying.))

“Ahh!  No!  I don’t want to be seen in public like this!” Carson yelped, arms flailing.

“Too bad,” Rainier said, “If the rest of us have to be in ridiculous outfits, so do you.”

“But you have paaaants!”

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