"I ask for and want nothing. It is the right thing to do, at least in my own justified logic. I guess, not having a father made me want to feel what it would be like. Who knows, I don't need anything, As a wise man once said. What do you give someone who has almost everything. I am very specific of what I want, Need, or care for. Give me a week with Celia, and I will piss her off to the point she wants to kill me. And she may even try, however. She may not succeed. But her training will help, I dont want to hurt her currently so I carved two wooden swords. As we travel onward we will have at least one battle to see what she has learned."

Oliver stood up, and reached his hand down, towards Ella. "Come" was all he uttered silently. And waited for her to grab his hand.

Oliver, began walking deeper into the woods and his parting words to Celia were "Mike should have your food." continuing down the trail he left earlier, he found a rock big enough to sit on for 2 people and sat down on it. Ella needed alone time and it was the only thing he could think of.

"You know, you can speak easier if you dont have eavesdroppers."

"Ella, You needn't to rush things, If you're comfortable, Than by all means. You can tell me, I wish not for this to feel like an interrogation. Believe me, I will not judge neither you or your daughter. Nothing you say could shock me. If it is what I think, Than I Wouldn't be shocked one bit."

the branches hold still as letalis peers at celia.

internal conflict:

stepping down from the treetops, letalis silently touches the ground. his body wavers into visibility.

"hello, my name is letalis nice to greet you"

he steps back as he bows a bit

Spoiler:

"i take it you are the one they call celia?"

letalis is dressed in mere clothing, dark in color but at the same time vague in pallet. he wears a cloth hood that covers his mouth as well as his head. a strange character with darkened eyes that peer into the soul but at the same time welcomes all who look upon them. he rises from his bow and looks gazes into her own eyes.

a hidden smile crosses letalis's face behind his cowl. the sight of potential danger exiting him as he sees her grip upon her sword.

Spoiler:

"i come as a benefactor to those who may benefit from my gifts"

he raises his hands as a beggar would for coin, revealing a sheathed dagger laying in his hands. it hums into vision with a blurred glow.

"i present you with this, the wabbajack. try to not kill anybody with it. you will only frustrate yourself. but use it as a distraction upon your foes. the purest form of chaos lies in its riddled blade. ...don't cut yourself with it"

he pauses for a second as he begins to gauge her reaction

"do you accept?"

the wabbajack is a riddled dagger composed of many metallic substances which give it an oily appearance upon the blade. its hilt is rigid with grip and leather weaves about its sheath.

the sheath being covered by the skin of the succubus recently defeated and its insides made of hardened leather, coxed in letalis's composed poisons and alchemical runes.

the most iconic thing of the wabbajack is that you never know what it will do once it stabs, slashes or impales the flesh.

your enemy may just turn into a writing desk for five whole minutes

or purhaps they will stagger as they spew discolored blood

but there are three basic caticories of the wabbajack's effects:

damage, healing or random transfiguration.

onely one of the three can occur and the effects are never permanent.

you cannot kill with the wabbajack, for dieing would only be temporary

if you are eaten after transfiguration, you will appear where you where upon the use of the wabbajack, as you were before its use as well.

letalis smiles even greater as he speaks

"i want nothing. just use the blade when you want a distraction"

he cocks his head to the side and back in pleasure.

internal conflict:

"all i can say is that its fun to use if you use it right...even better when people witness it"

"do you accept it? ill only give it to another if you don't."

he leans back into proper posture

letalis bows in response.

"think of it as an amplifier for those who are chaotic..."

internal thought:

as he slowly steps away he nods

"im sorry for your predicament...perhaps the blade shall assist you in even the smallest situations...ones without a predilection that is "

he wavers in sight and before he completely vanishes he says

"farewell in your odds"