Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-8267955-20150409111530/@comment-25686329-20150412230555

"Anything I can help with?" The Yankee said. The moment after the words left his mouth, he winced. He hated asking for instructions, willingly being helpful.

Connie wedged the micro-spellbook out of the back of her dress, flipping through a few pages.

"If you need a diversion or just a little something... extra, I have a few 'friends' I can get in touch with." she smiled deviously.

"She means sprits and spells." The Yankee's voice was blunt, but held a hint of amusment.

"Frick, if I hear you Witch about my spells one more time..." Connie began, holding up the fist that wore the casting ring.