⋆✴︎˚。⋆ Aye, The Sands Of Time Do Run For Every Mortal, Mine Ally. Yet, Thy Labors Are Of Great Import, And Thy Kin Do Sorely Require Thy Presence! * The Wizards Words Come With A Beam Of Encouragement To The One So " Chopped" And " Miserable." Though He Does Not Quite Understand Their Aversion To Their Place Of Work, He Merely Offers His Condolences And A Short Tap Of His Staff To The Ground. If There's A Pep In His Step Perhaps It Will Rub Off On Them!* I Bid Thee Godspeed!