“Of course,” Dalton said with a chuckle, grinning. “I did say I'd get into magical theory, so you're forewarned!” There was a cheerful emphasis on the last part, her last chance to beg off, although she hadn't indicated she would. Nor did he didn't linger in the room for long to hear it, wandering out of the sitting room to fetch the tools of his trade.
Dalton did not have a workshop in his home of the same calibre as the one organised by the Circle, but his kit of sundry components and interesting items sufficed on the go. It was all contained in a spacious briefcase, well-cared for leather, protecting pouches and boxes of anything he'd found useful through his time as a ritualist. It was simple to grab it and make his way back to the sitting room, where Lin sat.
Crossing the room to the coffee table, throwing Lin a smile, he sat the briefcase down by the couch and settled down himself. “The first step,” he began, unlocking the briefcase fastenings and flipping the flap open. He reached in and lifted out a pair of unadorned gold bracelets. “Something to enchant.”
Dalton did not have a workshop in his home of the same calibre as the one organised by the Circle, but his kit of sundry components and interesting items sufficed on the go. It was all contained in a spacious briefcase, well-cared for leather, protecting pouches and boxes of anything he'd found useful through his time as a ritualist. It was simple to grab it and make his way back to the sitting room, where Lin sat.
Crossing the room to the coffee table, throwing Lin a smile, he sat the briefcase down by the couch and settled down himself. “The first step,” he began, unlocking the briefcase fastenings and flipping the flap open. He reached in and lifted out a pair of unadorned gold bracelets. “Something to enchant.”