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"Why would I care for such unskilled and narrow minded mages that fallow only the most simple and basic school of magic," he said before dipping his oar into the water. Kazito looked in the direction she pointed and shrugged, "I've studded all schools of magic, but a teleportation spell for multiple people would take time to cast and we would draw attention to ourselves," with a sigh he began to row, "sadly at times magic has no use and is nothing more than a burden."

(( Hey tight schedules are understandable around this time of the year, wish I had one ironically as odd as that might sound 0.o; ))

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"Guuuuuuhhhh...."
Fyvre flopped anxiously around, swinging her arms listlessly into the dense air. "Glaaarrrrghhh...." She groaned again, flipping over on to her other side.

So things had been for the last four hours. The half-elf, who said it was because of hunger but they all knew it was boredom, was unable to keep still or keep quiet for very long.
"Can we eat now?" She asked, once again, staring suggestively at their survival pack. Had they not been there to prevent her, they would already have been without any edibles.

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"Crackers, mostly, maybe some jerky. The sort of thing that doesn't go bad for a long time." Rhosyn bent and picked up the pack. "We need to ration it carefully so it'll last. It took us a day and half the night to get out here, so it would take us about three times that long to get back to port--if we were constantly rowing. However, with this fog...well, we could be out here for weeks. Without magic, that is." Rhosyn looked pointedly at the mage. "How long will your teleportation spell take? Because this fog won't lift for another three hours, at least. No one's going to find us for a while."

"Gack!" Fyvre made a noise, rubbing both hands through her hair roughly. She looked remotely like a hamster. "Aint none of us friends with Poseidon either--this boat could be floatin' in any direction, for any distance. We won't know which way's the CONTINENT much less port." The half-elf grimly prophesied, her face scrunched and pouting. For a moment, they were surrounded by dead silence. And then, suddenly, Fyvre broke through.
"Well, we're doomed. I'm gonna GO SWIMMING!"

Quickly shedding everything save a sleeveless dark stop and knee breeches, Fyvre cast a friendly smile to the air and, balancing perfectly on the edge so as to not disturb the boat too much, gracefully disappeared into the peaceful, dark waves. She resurfaced a few moments later, glowing and grinning. "Don't go dying without me, got it?"

"Play you say," Kazito smirked with a raised eyebrow, trying not to show too much interest though his wondering eyes didn't do him good in this matter. With a stretch he leaned back in the boat, "least we can all have a positive look out on this and enjoy ourselves."

An amused smile spread on Rhosyn's face, and her distraction dissolved. "Come now, don't be shy!" she called once Fyvre emerged. "I know you liked it last night!"

"Your NOSE is gonna switch places with your FOREHEAD if you don't shut up!" Fyvre shouted at Kazito with a raised fist. And then, she was unnaturally yanked underwater, mouth caught agape in surprise.

The others had little time to react to this. A second later, the boat was being tossed violently, careening over into the slow black waves.