"How about the mage?" Zilvra asked curiously, "What could possibly scare a mage like you? Who would dare say 'no' to you? Even in front of the Dark Elf Matriarch, I've never seen you like this."
Lynch hesitated to speak, his Refined Gold Finger tapped continuously on the black iron Magic Wand, the monotonous clanging sound lingering over the camp. After a while, the mage finally said, "I want to go back, I really want to go back. So, I hope you don't mention that I'm a mage again. Only then can I embark on the journey home."