[Jibril]
Jibril displays her hands out when Red-Eye looks at her and lays his head back on the ground. "Red, I'm gonna go find help. I'll try and find someone to help you, don't worry" Jibril quickly hops out of the wagon and sprints to the last wagon of the train where she left Karlya and Karin last and still find them sitting on the crates relaxing and lounging around. Karlya sees Jibril sprinting over.
"Oi, what's happened?" Karlya asked, "Looked like you just seen a ghost"
"Red is in trouble, I don't know what's wrong with him" Jibril answered.
"Shite, isn't he that fella that doesn't sleep?" Karlya asked, sensing Jibril's worrying look.
"Yes, he's so fragile like his bones are made of glass and he's all twisted up like he's been stuffed inside a box all day" Jibril answered, "I don't know who to turn to, nobody else seems to care about him."
"Well shite, okay, let me just come and see what i can do" Karlya says hopping off the crate.
Jibril and Karlya jogged around the wagon and climbed into the back of the second one and the two see Red-Eye still contorted and crying uncontrollably. Karlya is stunned to see the joker of their group so broken up, it's very unsettling. Karlya tries to move him but she ends up scaring Red as she pressed her fingers into his arms and every push and tug seems to cause some form of discomfort and pain. Karlya thinks to herself then directs the questions she has to Jibril.
"Do you know anything about him" She asked.
"Only that he snorts Red Sand and drinks way too much, doesn't sleep at all, rarely have i ever seen him eat anything except bread" Jibril thinks, "He had a portal to a magical manor he uses as a tent to rest up on the trip but i don't know where he might have put one up since we left the last spot we rested at."
"A portal? You mean to tell me he's a mage?" Karlya responds, Jibril shakes her head.
"I've heard Draco say he's a sorcerer, Tar'lak said at some point he could cast some spells without incantations"
Karlya looks gloomy for a brief moment and say: "Oh"
"Oh?" Jibril says, "What do you mean 'oh'?"
"Did you know sorcerers have a lot of magical power running through their bodies?"
"No, I didn't"
"Well, I've only known one that sailed with us one time at sea" Karlya says, fidgeting at the memory. "When a sorcerer casts too many spells and doesn't sleep to recharge their Mana they go through a painful process called Transmogrification. His body is break itself apart the longer he doesn't sleep, the amount of Mana stored inside him is too vast it's too much. Like over indulging on too much food and make you very sick, Mana does the same only it could kill him. The longer he's like this, the worse it gets. He seems to be fighting sleep for whatever reason. Only way to fix him is if he rests and we have to force him asleep."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Jibril asked, "We can find something to put him to sleep-"
"Well he can't move, we'll just keep hurting him like this" Karlya says thinking more to herself and stepping away.
Karlya searches the crate for something and keep humming to herself trying to devise a plan to help Red-Eye.
"Do we have a plan?" Jibril asked, seeing Red-Eye coiling tighter into a ball of stress and anxiety.
"I'm thinking. I'm thinking!" Karlya says, tapping her head several time, counting things in her head and looks as though she's trying to remember a recipe of some sort. "Hang on a tick, I'll be right back" She jumps out of the wagon and walks off.
