a couple weeks after The Fight;

[The next time Belthazar opens his door from inside his room, he'd best act fast- there's an object leaning against it, perfectly poised to fall forward and bean him right in the face if not caught in time. It's a simple wooden staff, polished and smooth, and steeped with arcane energy. Bands of glimmering rainbow metal are affixed at the base, grip, and top, and it's capped with a curved crystal sealed within a cage of the same metal.

There are two notes attached. One is a rather official-sounding description of what the staff can do. The other, in a vibrant red pen with cursive text as lashing as her temper, simply says:

hey dipshit,

if I ever catch you spellcasting without this again, I'm shoving it base-to-tip right up your ass.

-L]