Raven had just finished arranging for stew for the clan when Gallahan, for the tenth time, got stuck in the broiler.
Of course, at first, no one knew- the Black Mage was more curious than a Panther kit and had just enough common sense to fill a teaspoon.
So when they heard his screams mixed with "How does it work? It's boiling,"they knew where the latest addition to their clan had gone.
And it took a total of four Defenders and an especially strong Mog Knight to pull the Black Mage out of the tunnel of steam, plus five White Mages and an Alchemist to heal him back into normal condition.
So this is where the chapter starts- when Raven puts down a few rules for Gallahan- no sticking your various body parts where they don't belong.
Gallahan loved this new "extention of charismatism" until he found out it meant he couldn't "find out the way things worked by casual expirimentation."
"But it is not casual, and it's not safe!" Hejaat exclaimed as Gallahan proceeded to mope. "You know it's not good to do those kinds of things. You could kill yourself!"
Gallahan looked disappointed but receded back to his chair, leaving Hejaat to pick listlessly at her stew.
Moments later, he returned.
"What's wrong?"
Hejaat continued the stir her stew in the cooling bowl.
Poke. "Hey?
Poke. "Hello!"
Poke.
Hejaat threw her hands up. "All right! I'm concerned about my brother. He's normally always back before dark, unless he said so otherwise..."
Normally, nothing could have comforted Hejaat's nervous worrying.
But Gallahan did. The way he said it so obviously, so simply that no one could doubt it was amazing-
"If Callypso beat up the Judgemaster, I'm sure that they're both safe."
Hejaat grinned and gulped down her stew. "Thanks, Gallahan, thanks."