The apprentice blinked his dry eyeballs, the casting forgotten and discarded.
“Or that, you could do that.� Said Malik in a surprised tone, breaking the silence after they both stared at the unconscious body of the guard for a few seconds.
He leaped to the locked door, as his rescuer searched for some keys, and taking her dear sweet time about it. He fidgeted about and looked down the alleyway feverishly, knowing his current run of luck somebody would come down and investigate.
Grey eyes glanced worriedly to the crumpled heap of a person being frisked that could wake any moment. What was taking so long? The thought of telling her to take the pistols didn’t cross his mind. He wanted out, not fret about a gun-welding woman that may accidentally shoot him. No, that didn’t appeal to him at all.
At least his acting didn’t fool her, the last thing he needed was questions about his supposed ulterior motives or even doubts in her mind if he was a good guy, which brought up a question of his own, how did she know he was innocent? He could in fact be an ‘evil mage’ like they claim for all she knew, but of course, the guild hired her so she would know he was alright.
He bit his lower lip as a sudden thought struck him, due to the lack of finding keys.
“Uh, do you happen to have a hair pin or something? Anything long, thin and metal would do.� His fingers probed the keyhole in the door, he could pick it, he was sure of it.
Her question caught him off guard, oh yeah they had time for small talk, why don’t they swap their life stories while they was at it? He hesitated for a second, deciding to answer her, but debated about whether to tell her a lie or the half-truth. Well, considering she was here to rescue a mage, lying that he wasn’t one would maybe change her mind.
“Wrong place, wrong spell.� He vaguely replied then decided it might be better on his case if he explained it in a bit more detail and he took offence to her suggestion to being a magic trick.
“The ‘magic trick I performed,’ as you so put it, was a powerful use of majik that had transported me a great distance that unfortunately did not do as was intended and instead placed me in the middle of a soldiers’ barracks far from where I originally should be, a different country to be precise.� He tried to keep the offended and snobby tone out of his explanation and added an irritated one aimed at his own dumb luck, which wasn’t hard at all to include. His foreign accent was noticeable when pronouncing ‘majik’ the word flowed like the beginning of mage and ended with a sharp 'ick'.
Well, that wasn’t exactly the truth. It wasn’t planned at all, he didn’t want to be transported anywhere, especially not while he was in his pj’s, and he had no idea how he got here except by the scrap of paper. By majik law it shouldn’t be possible on his own, but as Malik has found time and time again, majik liked to bend and twist its own laws, it was an accident that he was here and damn be to it he wasn’t staying any longer.