It was true that he occasionally bought art supplies even when he didn’t need it—made evident by the numerous sketchbooks that weren’t even full—but he did so for more than just the fun of it. Travis could infuse his magick into the ink since it was a liquid. Or even earthy tools like charcoal or lead. He wasn’t the most talented at it, but he could weave a small spell of protection or happiness charm in a piece of art. Travis sold his work for a small fee.
Tomorrow, he’d be charging more than just a small fee. Not only would he be going to cleanse the Chu’s garden of their trolls, he would leave them with the bundle of plants he grew tonight immersed with his magick so that they could use them throughout the season to keep out the trolls. Travis, though his prices were less, still needed to charge for it all. If he could ever finish getting these herbs ready. And with Niko acting out and sighing and pouting at him like that, it grew increasingly difficult.