 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
If this was what Laurel considered luck, Adam wasn’t sure he wanted to know what she considered unlucky, still he followed her into the room and then promptly turned around as if to walk out upon hearing Airey’s tone of voice. He wasn’t about get in the middle of whatever had set their boss off. Nope. Being on the receiving end of Airey’s anger once was one time too many. He had retreated a few steps only to stop because he didn’t hear Laurel following. Honestly, did the woman really want him prancing around the orbs when she’d already found enough broken? Might as well set loose a Sasquatch.
But, he had agreed to help Laurel so with a big sigh, the mostly blind man turned and carefully ambled after the woman. Stuff crunched under his shoes and there seemed to be a slightly sour odor to the air. It was similar to the smell of a room that hadn’t been opened in years. He sensed, more than noticed Laurel had stopped and he stopped as well, taking up a position just behind and to the right of the Seer.
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