⟬ The following morning. ⟭
"His name is Ishmael," Tycondrius smiled.
Elle pouted her lips cutely, "That's... that's not an answer?"
According to the innkeeper, Coraline had not returned, the previous night. Elle was concerned. Tycon was not.
Ishmael was half-step Gold-Rank and thus was more than capable at keeping the elf safe from harm.
If there was an enemy in Whitehearth that could overpower him... then their group as a whole had more pressing problems.
Granted... in order for Tycon to appease his lovely girlfriend, they set out to search for the young Arcanist, first thing in the morning.
--first thing after breakfast, anyroad.
"Worry not, my love." He waved his hand, "I have great faith in both Ishmael's abilities and Miss Coraline's resourcefulness."
"O... kay," Elle bit her upper lip. "Tell me who... Mister Ishmael is, then?"
