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He chuckled at her obvious reaction of not letting the excuses come to her and her needing the money first. He took out his money pouch, having one silver forgetting each pouch he has, and gave it to her. "Why would I steal a flask with the potion I only came here for because my arm started troubling me. If I was really a mage I could have healed it with a quick healing spell. But, I am no such stupid mages living on a code of conduct and for the one that just entered," he looked back as he said it to the old man and chuckled, "Well, I don't serve under an old man that could be replaced by any few recruits with a brain that is able to beat him." He said. Before she could give it to him, he used a spell to make the flask appear in his hand. "Thank you for your time Xenia, I look forward to meeting you again." He said and put the flask in his robes, put up his hood and left while making his dragon head staff appear in his hand. He starting walking like an old man leaning much of his weight on his staff and moving.

As soon as he was out he went to the market place and bought an apple. He smelled it and smiled. Nothing was more refreshing to him then a big red apple. He paid the clerk and turned around, then left. He wondered if he should scare a few people just to cause sweet mayhem. He smiled, snapped his fingers and a small plant caught on fire. A little girl, looking at the red rose and was startled by the flower burning up. "Look mommy, the pwetty flowah just caught on fire." She said. The mother looked at Max and knew he was a mage just by the look of his robes and the staff. He smiled, nodded to say hello and left.