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"Ruminal?" Marschal called out to his son, purring the words with the gentleness of a feline.
The mage wanted a little time with his son, only because he had hardly gotten the time of day to even sit down with the boy. He theorized that doing a job with him would be the best way to have father-son bonding time; at least, he hoped. For all he knew, the hybrid boy would want nothing to do with him, and everything to do with stuffing his nose in a book. Like father, like son, he supposed, seeing as he loved to stuff his nose in a potentially good book as well. However, getting out wasn't so bad either, and they both could really use the exercise that doing jobs brought.
Marschy tapped a clawed finger on the job board while waiting for his son to come around and ask what he was doing. He looked over the possible jobs until he found one that he thought the both of them would enjoy doing. It was a request from an anonymous toymaker, asking two mages to find out where his toy soldiers are bringing objects. They were toys, and because Ruminal was only six years old, Marschal thought that it would be the perfect job for them. So, the mage tore the request off the job board and proceeded to turn around and await for his son to come around.
"Would you like to do a job with me, Rum?" he would ask when the child appeared.