Kalysto: *falls over in front of the tent mouth, the mage’s hood sliding off his head. He stands up again and dusts himself off shaking his head* I really wish you wouldn’t do that!
*A rather heavyset Orc wanders to the door of the tent, grunting at Desiree and Kalysto* “Go away mage.” *pauses, glaring at Kalysto* “Oh what do you want.”* *glares at Desiree shortly after* *”That raiment doesn’t belong to you. You don’t even deserve to touch those threads.”*