Eric
Eric stared at his woman crush, a little bit of fear entering him as his eyes wandered around the room. No, he couldn’t see what Oscar had him looking for but waited until she finished with chanting from the grimoire, that was open in front of her.
She hadn’t seen through his fib…as yet.
Eric had told her that he thought he was being followed by an evil spirit, just as Oscar had instructed and the mage had gone to work immediately. A few powders here, an eye of newt there- bada-bim-bada-boom- cloud of greyish-white smoke spoofed and she handed him a tiny jar. “Drink,”
“How come all your incantations are always, drink?” he chided her as he eyed the slimly-looking... moss-looking thing that she expected him to consume. He did not exaggerate when his entire body did a ‘this is so gro
