Gettin' Jiggy Wit It (Jerb)

Rowan watched the remainder of the battle through groggy, but relieved, eyes. His magic reserves were quite low, but thankfully, the combined efforts of Copy and Rohma were more than enough to finally take out the mind mage. Initially, it seemed that Copy’s final blow would be enough to finish off their foe, however, after a moment, Rowan’s heart plummeted when the mind mage’s functioning turned to glare a dagger into him. Raising his hands once more, Rowan had been prepared to charge up more spells, right up until Rohma appeared miraculously behind the mind mage and knocked the troublemaker out. There was a quiet moment as the trio took in their handiwork before Rohma broke the silence with a few words of praise. He nodded in agreement at her assessment of Copy’s performance and chipped in himself. “Yea! Not so bad for a rookie!” Nodding for a few more moments, Rowan looked to both of his guildmates before stating the next thing on his mind. “So… can we go get paid now?”

As the dust settled and the fight seemed to have ceased. The young-man stood half-ways, knees bent and locked to stay upright; worse for wear without question. But resolve helped him witness as the Shinigami enacted much more destruction than anticipated. He was certain to get told in an unruly manner about the misconduct- Not that it was his directly.

Regardless, the wizard was a formidable opponent. Without allies, Copy knew he would have lost without question. It was comforting amidst the weakness to witness Rohma perform the final blow.
Some moments had to of passed, it felt like it for sure. As he found himself hobbled over to the other two in efforts. That was when Rohma and Rowan initiated the conversation with praise and money; he was fond of the latter. Not so much for praise.
"Aye'a.. Thanks, but there's plenty of room to improve. I intend to do just that-- Assuming neither of you has an issue with it." Having run a hand through his fringe it showed some notable bruises and caked blood. But he didn't seem to have any fatal, or catastrophic damage on him. Luck perhaps.
"I figured having gone this way, I could continue a few errands... After some rest of course."

It was clear he asked out of politeness. He looked he would stay and depart for his little trek to who knows where. "But, it that's it.. I should make my start soon. Decent walk ahead~"

[Exit? 245WC]