Like fat Prophets, Profits? Profits.

Gabe spent a good deal of time travelling, even after things got a bit better for mages, he still preferred a nomadic lifestyle than one of settling down. Things got even crazier after the Veil fell, he got a bit busier with the whole demon hunting gig, but he still always found time for his friend Mariam. She wasn’t an easy one to say no to. Plus doing jobs with her helped pay the bills a lot better than hunting demons did.

Gabe had been a few steps behind Mariam when Mariam suddenly dropped from view. Gabe threw down the bag he had over his shoulder and ran towards the edge. A few seconds felt like an eternity as he suddenly realised a lot of things all at once and was desperately worried about Mariam.

He breathed a sigh of relief when she yelled out that she was alive. He kneeled down by the opening in the floor. Well isn’t this a grand ol’ pickle. What have I said about lighting torches we didn’t bring in ourselves? He said, sarcastic as always. Feeling a lot better about the situation, and putting some thoughts away to the back of his mind. Things he wasn’t ready to face or think about really, but in a moment of thinking Mariam had fallen to her death, well that was different. He reached down and did his best to pull her up as quickly as possible. How’s that shoulder? He asked, healing magic wasn’t exactly his fortitude, but he knew enough between that and general field medic knowledge.