Out in the woods [King]

Enelen had decided it was a golem, because of all options that one seemed the most sensible. A being, animated by magic. But as soon as he'd decided, he changed his mind. Na Lan was magic, and he wasn't a golem. He was something else - a spirit from this world of a type that didn't seem to exist in his own. Perhaps this... thing was like that.

He was still holding his staff quite tightly, but he did seem to be less panicked now that it was talking like a normal human. "A golem. An inanimate object shaped into a humanoid form, animated by magic." A more specific type of magical construct, and one that saw at least some use. "Or are you a spirit?" He couldn't tell how intelligent it actually was. Was it genuinely stupid, or just playing with him?

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The more the thing talked, the less of a question there was. It was insane. Whether it had been created mad or become mad over the years hardly mattered, but it was very clearly unhinged, and he could make sense of almost none of it. Really, the only thing he'd followed was that the thing apparently had decided he was a 'funny person', although he had no idea what it was that he'd said that could possibly be counted as funny.

Holding tight to his staff, he steeled himself, taking a firm step backwards. "Leave me be, whatever you happen to be." He tried to sound commanding, but instead probably just sounded alarmed. Not quite frightened, but certainly upset by the whole thing.

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He - it - whatever it was was mad. Absolutely bonkers. Enelen wanted nothing more than to be well away from it. He had no experience with this sort of thing, no experience with something that might never have had any sanity at all. The thing was erratic in the way that skittish animals tended to be, behaving in ways that sent all sorts of primitive alarm bells ringing.

"Because I have magic." He stated simply, taking two firm steps backwards even as the thing teleported closer, closing the distance. "Now leave me be." He repeated, trying to weigh the odds on methods of escape.

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Oh no. Oh no he was not. Even to another human whose intentions were known, a member of the School of Staves would never give up his staff. Most of them slept with it, or at the very least with it within grabbing distance. To give up your staff, even for only a moment, was a sign of great trust, and he did not trust the bizarre and erratic thing before him.

"No. This is mine, and I won't give it up to anyone." He had to clear some space - get some distance from the thing. "Now leave me be." He sincerely doubted the thing would actually leave, but maybe he could force up a shield to give himself space?

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To say the least, there was not a chance in the world that Enelen was going to ever hand his staff over to anyone. Not even a friend would convince him.

Certainly not money.

He drew back, looking actually irritated for once. He didn't often get irritated, but right then he certainly was, and he raised his staff, uttering a single, firm word.

"Shield." It was one of the most basic of spells, and wouldn't hold up against anything truly dangerous, but it would do enough to give him time and space to teleport away, and he immediately closed his eyes, pulling the staff tight to him and focusing on the school.

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