Syryn handed three envelopes to Rowan. The names of his intended recipients were hastily scrawled across the brown paper. One of the envelopes even had an ugly ink spatter across it.
With that out of the way, he had another important task to complete. It was time to call in a favour from the plant mage.
"Hey Alka, are you going shopping anytime soon?"
"I guess I am since you're asking. What do you need?" Alka was in Lucien and Magnus' shared room, helping the redhead pack his favourite snacks and sweets, his necromancy tome, and a green cloak that the plant mage produced from his own dimensional bag.
"Blue feeds on magic but I can't just grab random mages off the street so I had this semi brilliant idea that we could feed him mana crystals. Lots and lots of crystals."
