The sun hadn't even breached the horizon when Elian stumbled into the royal stables, clutching a travel bag filled with essentials: three sets of spare clothes, the last dregs of his Silk Vine Extract, and enough dried meat to feed a small army.
He also had the Fertility Blocker active in his veins, humming with a reassuring, contraceptive magic.
[Current Hearts: 60 / 1000][Current LP: 115][Time Until Rebound: 40 Hours, 30 Minutes.]
"One hundred and fifteen points," Elian muttered, checking his wallet. "I'm broke. I spent my fortune on hate-ink and playing hard to get. If a bear attacks us, I can't even afford a 'Bear Repellent'."
"You look like you are fleeing the country," a voice drawled from the shadows.
Ambrose stepped out of a horse stall. He was wearing a sleeping mask pushed up on his forehead and a silk robe that was entirely inappropriate for a stable.
"I am fleeing the blast zone," Elian corrected, tightening the strap of his bag. "Did you set the distraction?"
