"On the beach with absolutely no way to get around and no knowledge of the realm into which you've just stepped. How entirely inconvenient for you," Gilmore remarked with a grin. He stroked his beard thoughtfully for a moment.
"As Counselor for Brightford, I suppose it would be immensely remiss of me not to make sure that you landed softly until you can stand on your own two feet. You could use a friend."
A friend. That was all, Gilmore told himself. It would be too easy, just far too easy, to let those old feelings resurface from their scars.
At that, he clapped his hands together and then spread them before Vax generously, looking down at him like some handsome, patron saint. "You can stay in my guest room for a few days. I'll have to exclude you from the warding spell. As for your employ, friend, you are charming, yes--" Gilmore nodded in agreement, then let out a loud, deep chuckle, "but you know very little about the particulars of magic, artifice, and enchantment. The last thing you need is to inadvertently set off a fireball of tidal wave inside my shop. We'll find something for you, but I don't think this is it."