[ ‘Him of all people,’ welcome to the very exclusive club of people who’ve had to come to think the same as the barely functional magus dealt with problems that far greater mages caused in the first place. It would, of course, come to a surprise to her that he probably wouldn’t hold it over her head… Though while he would refrain from rubbing it in, he would probably find her annoyance vaguely satisfying given how often he was the annoyed one. It was the little things in life, and all.

Making short work of the hare and the duck statue with a few more shots, he fished the egg out carefully and tucked it in his pocket that was connected to an imaginary space for safekeeping until it was time to break it. ]

Right. I shouldn’t be long… I kept an eye on the original trail while I was looking. Just give me a few minutes to retrace my steps.

[ Waver refrains from saying ‘If they’re lucky, he won’t notice him approaching until after they met up’ because that was just tempting fate at this point. The mage didn’t need to be doing that further this week…

Following the original trail, he keeps an eye out for a building or space that looked like it hadn’t seen use in a while that would have a musty old basement by her description. When Waver approaches, he looks carefully for signs of either magical security or someone waiting to cut him off. ]