12-09-2008, 01:23 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-09-2008, 01:24 PM by Frisk E. Coyote.)
The young magician watched the Nun's antics with curiosity and mild interest. She seems to enjoy attention, like he did. But he was an entertainer, it was normal to want attention. Her case was different, perhaps she wanted to be acknowledged? perhaps she wanted recognition? Perhaps she had always been lonely til now? Or maybe, the gods forbid, she was just a lecherous harlot? He didn't delve into that matter, instead, he imagined what their destination would be like. He had managed to retrieve most of his belongings from his caravan (which he dragged in a smaller, more portable but still flamboyantly painted cart), and was wondering if there were people who needed cheering up where they went. On a side note, the voice that had called him weird hadn't spoken once since before the meditation. He felt lie it did not like socializing with him at all. There was an almost evil presence to it.
"I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it!"