“That, my son,” Kalysto purred out his reply as he set Milena down on her feet. “Is the scent of heaven. So you like it, huh? One second. Kids, get ready to follow me, OK?”
The Warlock eyed off the Mages in the area, noting they were all busy. He sneaked over to the table where the incense pot was and very gently grasped onto it, abruptly running out of the Magister’s quarters once it was in his hands.
“What…” Rhyderi frowned as he watched his brother zip past him. He was confused until he caught the scent of the mana-thistle incense pot, and his expression turned to anger. “Kalysto! What are you doing!?”
Milena darted off after her father, not wanting to be left with the unfamiliar people.