Clyde smiled, at her simplistic idea... As enemies were limited to just so few people... Really, the wrong hands could be a diverse group. At the moment, it meant anyone against him... Since he was allied with Ravok, that meant anyone who would use the arrows against Ravok. Direct enemies? He probably had a few, but did not know of them to well. "I did not mean anyone in particular. Simply someone who would use them in a way that I would not want them to, or that would directly cause a negative effect for me or Ravok." And then on to more questions. Really, she was always full of questions. Did she never get enough of them? It was a bit annoying at times. But he held his temper in check with her. She after all had been nothing but cooperative, and had helped him out with this. "Who knows. Wherever life takes me I guess. Obviously I plan to move on with my magic, and get as good as I can. Perhaps I will join the Stryfe... I don't know... Only time will tell... Perhaps some day I will be a mighty magic user, of the Stryfe, with the name of Rhysol backing me." Regardless, Clyde's planning for the future would have to wait. Now it was time to head back to town, and get some rest, and to mull over what he had done. And the many innovative ways he had used his glyphing... |