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[whitedragon_abs]

[Sting Eucliffe, Nineteen year old Mage, is doodling in his journal. Things like 'Natsu vs Sting; the rematch!' and 'What Would Natsu Do?' are written along with some drawings of dragons and cats. Under one of the dragons the word 'dad' is written. After a moment he holds it and speaks into it, feeling stupid]

Okay, so I can talk through this thing through people, right?

I need to get off this damn island so I can find that magical ruby. I'm not a sailor at all. I get motion sickness from slow moving chariots because of my magic. But I'm a damn good mage and fighter on land or on an animal's back. Help me out and I'll help you out.

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[skyfaring_swordsman]

And I were from your world, I'm sure I'd be just as much so. Unfortunately, bein' part of the most wanted crew in the skies back home tends to make it hard to be part of legitimate appraisals.

Most people aren't even supposed to acknowledge us publically.

[whitedragon_abs]

Sure, keep telling yourself that.