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[theirondragon]

Hey, glad to see this thing's working right again.

[He sounds amused more than anything. There weren't many people he'd been looking at messaging directly in the first place, but it was good to know he could get this done, now.]

Now that we've got crap behind us, I've got a favor to ask for a friend. Any mages around? I need someone who can remove a magic lock.

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[plate_builder]

[Bull may explain, but Reeve's attention stays on Lerith out of respect. He takes the offered hand and shakes it firmly.]

I've decided the safest way to do about this attempt is with ice magic. I fear the heat may linger too long with fire, and the electricity could... well, right at your throat it could do more damage. With cold at least we can warm you up more quickly. In fact, I brought a little pot, some water, and some tea, and with fire magic I can make some hot drink quickly to help if there is an issue.

[mutedsuspicions]

_{[Lerith does like that Reeve's attention doesn't go from him to Bull, and just stays to the elf. Nodding at the words, he pales at the talk of electricity. Then relaxes. Reeve said he wouldn't use electricity. His ears do perk up at the mention of tea though.]}

[Tea is good. Where did you want to do this, Reeve?]

_{[The yellow eyes look up at Bull, the nervousness still there on his face.]}

[Thank you for helping me out, Bull.]

[theirondragon]

[The Bull wasn't even sure what was required to make sure something like then sent off without a hitch, but he trusted Reeve, at least to do his best. He'd never come off as dishonest. Quite the contrary, the man seemed almost too eager to do everything right, probably in an effort to right past wrongs, but it was something he could trust even if the man himself was still a bit of a mystery.]

Whatever you think is best, Reeve. You're the mage, here.

[He smiled to Lerith, nodding.] Don't mention it, Signs.

[plate_builder]

If you're sure about this, then we'll do it here and now. Delaying serves nothing.

[And the Ice magic he won't lose control of. He sighs and pulls the materia free of his pocket, the green orb radiant in his hand. He takes a deep breath and looks to Lerith.]

You need to do something if it hurts. Jerking away may be best.

[mutedsuspicions]

<sub>[The word 'mage' sends an uncomfortable sensation up his spine, but Lerith does his best in keeping his discomfort off of his face. Thinking on it, he takes the scarf off to hold in one hand as the other goes up to the metal collar that's stark contrast to his pale skin.

He touches at the metal, and a rune glows purple at the front of it, right over where it looks like scarring his hiding.]</sub>

[I will move away if it hurts too much.]

_{[There was no doubt to Lerith that it would hurt. His owner didn't have any kindness in his body towards his slaves. Gathering every little bit of courage he has left in his mind, the elf lifts his chin. He loops the scarf around an forearm to keep from accidentally muting himself.]}

[I'm ready. Right at the front I think.]