Wil grinned when the little owl decided to relocate to his shoulder. Such a tiny life and a very smart bird.
They entered the elevator and as it rode down, Wil said, “I promise to do my best not to get in the way of any ritual spells, whether they go pear-shaped or not.” He winced a bit at the image of the Inquisitor yelling loud enough to make Wil's hair fly back from the pressure of his voice, as if he were caught in a wind tunnel. Not a pretty scenario.
They entered the elevator and as it rode down, Wil said, “I promise to do my best not to get in the way of any ritual spells, whether they go pear-shaped or not.” He winced a bit at the image of the Inquisitor yelling loud enough to make Wil's hair fly back from the pressure of his voice, as if he were caught in a wind tunnel. Not a pretty scenario.