Night Wandering

Igor had planned on staying in that night with a book. Ever since encountering the spilled wild magic at Celedor's they had been fascinated with the manifestations of the Mad God themself, hoping to learn how one created them without being a archmage. Rumor around the Temple was you were either born into it or sometimes Gorath blessed people with the ability, why was still a mystery. They had settled in to read when some feeling telling them to go wandering through the night for someone down on there luck hit. Igor had packed their healer's kit and set off into the night looking for the poor bastard down enough on their luck to need an Igor.

They were still surprised by what they had found, a masked figure that knew their name bloodied and broken on the cobblestones. Sometimes the Cackling Tempest had a funny sense of humor, sending them to comfort a fallen friend having a crisis. They had meant every word said to Maelie that night. Even the promise not to tell Cardinal about the rooftop accident, especially that promise. Igor had begun to view the two of them as some weird extension of family by now and they would be damned if someone hunting their people took them from Igor. They had been busy with Temple business lately but hoped to attend more social events, for once besides crewmates Igor finally started to realize they might just have some friends in this city and this time they were going to actually try to reciprocate rather than keep people at a distance.