Medes sighed and closed his eyes. "What do you plan on doing, then?"
"Can you prepare for war when there's only one of you?" said Kier as he looked into the unlit fireplace.
Medes rolled his eyes. Kier wasn't done being crazy.
"Should I send her a letter? Make it formal, like an invitation to battle. Or maybe I could charge a fries tax. Weekly lots."
The Mage stepped out of his house as he talked. Medes followed, if only to make sure he wouldn't do anything too rash. Kier stopped suddenly, looking ahead with a yearning.
"Did you notice her hair, though?" he asked Medes. "Red. A special red, though." He held his index finger up. "This world could use a bit more of that red."
Kier stood there in silence, unmoving for minutes. Medes didn't say anything, knowing he'd get nowhere with Kier being crazy.
The owl checked through the mental link they shared, but he couldn't hear the voice in Kier's head.