Intentions of a Dark Mage

Chapter 4

"C-can you put something else on, please." The guy stammered, turning around.

I folded my arms.

"Everything's wet. It'll take longer to dry if I put it back on - I might even catch a cold," I stated nonchalantly.

A noise of discomfort escaped from his throat. "You serious? I'm going to use some magic. A moment please."

Everything around us heated up as the surrounding area was dried and cleaned up. Large floating discoloured water bubbles were extracted from the soaked books; slime washed away from the ceiling and the edge of the cave, and the uncomfortable, rotten old chair was burned to ashes.

(Good riddance.)

Old mediaeval robes and clothes for guys burst out from the cupboards I had yet to explore - loose trousers and shirt that could be tightened with a crudely made string, along with a luxurious thick cloak that even Little Red Riding Hood would have been jealous of; A deep rouge, embroidered with golden thread sewn in intricate patterns of holly and four leaf clovers.

Startled, I yelped as I was buried by the cloth.

I gave him a look as soon as my head could pop out of the opening.

He gasped as I stuck my hands out from under the cloak to pull my trapped hair out from underneath.

"What sort of heathen clothing is this? You can see everything!"

Oh goodie. I've got a prehistoric man more ancient than my mother's lineage.

Great.

"It wouldn't be see-through if it was dry. Though what I've got on is modest for today's clothing - wait until you see the swimsuits of today." I added.

He cringed.

I picked up my (now dry) jacket and slung it over my shoulder, before studying the amulet closer.

I could sense it pull something from me and the surroundings, but its effects? No clue.

"What exactly does this necklace do?" I held it up for him to see.

"It is nothing but a prison!" He spat, "I got betrayed and trapped in there for millennia, passed around like an unwanted heirloom until I was boxed up, stored and forgotten." He seethed. I could feel his anger rising.

"Damn, that sucks man. Sounds like a guy had it out for you or something." I sympathised.

Poor him, but the amulet sounds kind of useful.

The man began to observe the room more carefully, looking at the bits and bobs on the table, before the glowing from my pockets caught his eye.

"Is that a healing mushroom?"

"It's not psychedelic?" I gasped. Disappointed, I pulled out the funky glowing mushroom from my pocket and rested it on the table.

He raised his brow incredulously.

"It's an almost extinct mushroom. Eating it raw lets you heal any life threatening wound. It can cure most diseases within seconds. It's worth almost as much as dragon's blood because of its raw efficacy.

"But will it get me high?" I pressed on.

"...You're a special one, aren't you." He pinched the bridge of his nose and frowned.

My charm was taking hold.

"Dude, answer my question. Will it give me some fun sensory effects?" I whined.

"...Yes?" He answered confusedly.

I fist-bumped the air and placed it back into my pocket.

"Dear lord, what have you brought me?" He muttered at the ceiling exasperatedly.