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"A white mage? Really?"
Titus frowns at your friend. "There's nothing wrong with becoming a white mage."
Your friend shakes his head. "No, there's nothing wrong with it. I just have a feeling that a lot of injured people are going to have a hard time with this person as their healer."
Gaping at your 'closest friend', you growl out, "And just what is that supposed to mean, eh?" You begin to shake a fist at your friend in a threatening manner.
The guardians watch this exchange with dull interest before Lucius desides to intervene.
"And as for you?"
His clear, razor sharp voice cuts through the morning air, effectively silencing the two of you. Your friend grimaces and replies.
Titus frowns at your friend. "There's nothing wrong with becoming a white mage."
Your friend shakes his head. "No, there's nothing wrong with it. I just have a feeling that a lot of injured people are going to have a hard time with this person as their healer."
Gaping at your 'closest friend', you growl out, "And just what is that supposed to mean, eh?" You begin to shake a fist at your friend in a threatening manner.
The guardians watch this exchange with dull interest before Lucius desides to intervene.
"And as for you?"
His clear, razor sharp voice cuts through the morning air, effectively silencing the two of you. Your friend grimaces and replies.