To Hunt A Magician

"Alright, come along, Ezra. I need to take a shower, I stink."

He grabbed Ezra by the waist and pulled him outside, toward his waiting cloud.

"Rav - wait!" Ezra wailed, trying to fight back. But against Rav's incredible strength, he had little recourse. 

"I wanted to ask you about the Magician of Thorns!" he cried as Rav threw him onto the cloud.

Deek peered out from the doorway, curious. She, too, wanted to know more about the situation. After all, she'd been the one to bring it up to Ezra in the first place.

"Magician of Thorns?" Rav chuckled. "Now, why in the hell would you want to know more about that woman? Steer clear, Ezra. Isn't bedding one Magician enough for you?"

"That's not what I want!" Ezra shouted as he got to his knees on the cloud. Rav hopped on next to him, landing in a perched pose. 

"She's been hurting people, hasn't she? Causing Torrents?"