Moira grinned nigh impishly as if to say to Vilo 'Oh, I was being<em>nice.'</em><br/><br/>"We'll be foggin' their noggins just enuff ta make Lew's absence a non-issue." Sharon offered, finally having recomposed herself after being angry over being used as a guinea pig. "An wit'ow long they've been wracking them o'er their wishes, tha should be child's play." She seemed to be taking some time out to look Viloet up and down as well. "Considerin' 'ow ye be dressed, it might not be necessary."<br/><br/>--------–-----------<br/><br/>After what seemed more than ample time, the awful din of angry young men debating the details of what could have been a contract descended the stairwell. The five of them seemed to fit the stereotypical neophyte hero looking to make it big: moderate to good looks, every natural hair color under the sun, moderate to substandard garb, and stern dispositions where wealth is involved.<br/><br/>"For the last time Leonard, one wish at a time. We've been ov-"  The brown-haired one stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes growing wide. The rest, including Leonard, followed suit as they directed their attention similarly. Like a thirsty group stranded in in the desert that had just stumbled upon an oasis, they stood in silent awe.<br/>