The plane was quiet as everyone watched Alaster pluck at the front of a T-shirt that was too large for him. Due to the urgent need to return to Obsidian as quickly as possible, the decision was made to pack Alaster’s dirty clothing in plastic bags to be washed in Obsidian. Silas had been kind enough ot provide the warlock with a change of clothing he could keep and wear on the trip.
Kevin gave the man a crooked smile and asked, “Is something wrong, Alaster?”
“No,” Alaster replied hesitantly. “Well, yes. I’m not used to clothing like this. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate that Silas gave me something to wear. After wearing my robes and cloaks for so many years, modern pants and shirts are an adjustment. I’m not quite sure I will ever get used to them.”
Aggie laughed, “Alaster, if you ha
