Jareth/Amos/Open -- 2:30pm
Great. Heavy lifting. In the heat. For some moron who didn't know anything about sunstroke. Just how he wanted to be wasting his afternoon. With a sigh, Jareth moved closer, bent down and scooped the man up, inclining his head at the person who'd called him over to lead the way. There were shady enough places - like, oh, ten feet to their left - but the guy had seemed fixated on somewhere else.
The person in his arms wasn't exactly light as a feather, and so the longer Jareth had to carry him, the more disgruntled he was beginning to feel. He hadn't signed on for this kind of crap. This was what mages were for, weren't they?