Warwick runs down the stairs with his sack on his back.
"You seem in a hurry," Piaras observes.
Warwick gulps before responding, "Yeah, I'm hoping to make it to the bank before helping Dilys out."
"Are you scared of me?"
"Of course not! Why would I be afraid of you?" Warwick asks nervously.
"A hunch."
"Welp, I gotta go! Goodbye!" Warwick blurts out, jetting out the door.
Once out of the door, he sees Nora.
On sight, he gives Nora a hug, "It's good to see you! Let's not let Piaras know about the memory thing."
"Good to see you too. Where did you get that stuff from?" Nora asks, surprised by the random hug.
"It's the stuff I left in the room before the memory thing happened," Warwick states, letting go and picking his bag back up.
"How close were we?"
"Pretty close, we can talk about this later. I have a busy day,"
"Oh. That works. Will I see you here tonight?"
"I'll probably stay somewhere else. But I should see you soon!"
"I see. Do not be long, you hear?"
"I do."
With that Warwick runs to the bank.
"Bebhinn, hows my lamp?" Warwick asks, running in.
"It's in the back, safe and secured. Why do you ask?"
"I got a tip from a goddess that it was stolen," Warwick states, accusingly.
"That's impossible... Let me go check..."
Bebhinn dubiously heads to the back.
A few moments later and the sound of someone frantically searching for something can be heard.
Bebhinn comes back with a concerned look.
"I cannot seem to find it. This has never happened before. I-"
"THE HELL!" Warwick yells, slamming his hands on the desk, "There was a freaking genie in that lamp! You cost me a genie! Do you know the chances of finding a genie!? Virtually None! The chances of anyone finding a genie in my world are so low people think they don't exist, I out of over 5 billion people get one, and you 'cannot seem to find it'! How do you plan to remedy this!"
"I'm so sorry... I-I... Umm..." Bebhinn stutters with a gulp.
"I'm waiting!"
"I'll store anything you want for free! Does that work!"
"Let me get it in writing, and maybe I'll overlook this."
In terror, Bebhinn writes two copies of a note, stating the agreement and Warwick's account number and pin.
She hands him one copy of the said note.
"Thank you. I'd like to store this," He takes out the sickle and knife as well as a large chunk of meat from the sack before handing it to her, "Thank you for not leaving me at a total loss."
"You're welcome. Are we good," Bebhinn asks nervously, taking the bag.
"Of course, we have a deal after all," Warwick confirms, with a warm smile.
Warwick walks towards the door, "If it turns up, let me know!" He says walking out.
Once a little ways away from the door, Warwick whispers to himself, "I can't believe that worked! No wonder Jack's mom yells so much!"
.He makes his way to the healer's house safely.
"You're late!" Dilys states, with a look that clearly conveys: "You're in trouble."
Warwick gulps, "She lost my genie..."
"What? Are you here to work or not?"
"Err... Yes? What do you need me to do?"
"Take this potion to Ranald. He has the rest of your instructions, as well as the payment," Dilys states, handing him the potion.
"I will deliver it post-haste!" Warwick responds, heading out the door.
He safely makes it to the school without any interruptions.
"Hey Ranald, I have a potion for you from Dilys. She said you had the payment?"
"Yes though you're getting a lesson first. Where's your fomor pet?" Ranald asks, strangely having two ghost swords on his hilt.
"Oh, I'll get him. Summon Demoko!"
Demoko shows up besides Ranald.
"Demoko, we're going to have a combat lesson, I want you to watch," Ranald informs.
Demoko nods and creates distance before Resting on the ground.
Lassar steps out of the school building and sits on a step with some food.
"Lassar, what are you doing?" Warwick asks.
"Watching the lesson, usually I'm too busy teaching a class. Though this one's special," She says before taking a bite of her Potato & Egg Salad.
"You're going to want to drink that potion now," Ranald suggests.
Warwick trustingly drinks the potion, "This tastes horrible, what does it do?"
"Makes it so you can't be killed by a Ghost Sword for a few hours," Ranald informs, focusing on his now drawn blades as he begins to glow.
Warwick's eyes widen with the understanding of what's about to happen.
Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
Introduction: The Protagonist
Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
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