When Lucky walked into the Witches Bane, the first thing he noticed was the mess the shop had been turned into. Shelves overturned, the counter splintered, holes stabbed into the floor, potions spilled, bottles broken, and Beldane leaning on the counter with his face in his hands, the place looked like a tornado had ripped through it. Or the military guard.

This only solidified his decision. It well and truly did.

"You okay kid? Need a hand cleaning up or anything?" Lucky said as he began to right one shelf that had been toppled, the blank spellbooks that had been on it soaked through by some sort of potion.

"No...no I'll get it here in a bit. What do you need Lucky?" Beldane said as he pulled his face out of his hands, eyes red and a steady drip of blood coming from a cut on his forehead.

"Well, we can handle that after we get your shop cleaned up. A businessman has to present himself professionally right?" Lucky said as he pulled another shelf upright, minding the bubbling viscous substance that dripped from one corner of it.

They worked in amicable silence, and after several hours they had the store back to looking presentable at the very least, though the products destroyed would need to be replaced.

"So, my shop is in order again, what do you need done Lucky?" Beldane asked as he settled himself back behind the counter, tenderly poking at the cut on his forehead.

"Well, I came to talk with you, and possibly have a little enchantment done if you're up to it." Lucky said as he pulled up one of the stools at the counter and settled himself on it.

"Isha's doing well, definitely on the mend. Just this morning he told me to go choke on my cravat and die, the little rascal!" Lucky gave a chuckle as he spoke, one arm propping up his chin while the other drummed lazily at the counter.

"Elwin, on the other hand, says he has some odd bruises, Isha does. On his ribs and legs. Said they're about a week old. Any idea where they came from, or are my suspicions correct?" Lucky asked, one eyebrow cocked as looked at the younger man.

The sobs of "I tried to stop them" and "I promised not to tell" and the pleads of "please don't stop him from coming back" were all the answer he needed.

"Hey, relax. I know none of it was your fault, I'm not some military guard jackass, and if I tried to keep Isha locked up in the compound he'd burn it down within a day, so he'll still be coming here quite a bit. This is just reaffirming a decision I made." Lucky said as he patted Beldane's shoulder, a sad look on his face.

"What -hic- decision is that?" Beldane asked, tears tracked in his face as he quivered and hiccuped with sadness.

"Well, I've got to get Isha some new weapons and dye his coat, for one. That way if those scumbags come back looking for trouble he can actually put up a fight." Lucky said solemnly as he scratched at the jagged scar on his face.

"Secondly, I need a favor of you. Pump Isha for info on what he'd want in a weapon. I'm planning to try and recruit him into the Vanator and he'll need a good weapon if he accepts."

"I think I can do that. Just promise me one thing." Beldane said as he wiped the tears from his eyes, expression determined.

"Promise me you'll be willing to post bail the next time those assholes try to harass Isha and I."

"You know I will kid. I owe you anyway." Lucky said, a mischievous smirk on his face as he shook Beldane's hand before turning and walking out of the shop.

"It's gonna be damn weird to have that kid for a son-in-law, but so long as he's a good person I guess."