394 Making Friends

Freshly created magical items weren't something that the locals saw on a regular basis, or at all, really. The old lady's walker wasn't a strong item, but for her, it was the most valuable possession that she owned at the moment. That simple spell allowed her to regain her mobility without exhausting herself or her helpers by casting constant Wind Magic to help her move.

The Gravity Magic also took the weight off her old joints, easing some of the aches and pains that came with walking around when you were well over a hundred years old.

"You really know how to make friends, don't you?" Justine mumbled as they were led to the tavern for a proper meal.

"Of course, the answer to making friends is head pats." Wolfe joked, then ruffled her hair.