"I am a wench's thrall," announced Kier as he waited for Ina outside her cabin.
"A Druid's thrall," corrected Ina as she stepped out of her home and closed the door. Aside from her components bag, she dragged a large backpack with her.
"She will make me carry the bag laden with burden." Kier protested
"Quite right, I am." Ina threw her bag at Kier, who caught it quite dexterously to sling it on his shoulders.
"Aargh, the servitude. " Kier's voice was raspy with feigned agony. "The captivity, the submission, the enchainment."
"You're acting like a fool."
"'tis but how I cope with the situation."
Ina walked to stand close to Kier. "Shut up and take us there."
Medes and Mint did their best to be silent, but they snickered as they too approached the Mage.
"Yes, madame wench." Kier saluted.
"Stop calling me wench."
"No, for calling you wench is the representation of the only breath of freedom I have until I save your life and break this subjugation." Kier snapped his fingers and they were gone.