Snippet #2376677

Eyes darted from word to word. Every word seen by his eyes were taken in to solve a piece of a puzzle known as a sentence, and that sentence would show Asher how to cast certain spells. It was against the law to be practicing magic. In some cases, people were imprisoned for reading books about magic. Heh. Woo, look at me. I'm breaking the law already. Asher mentally chuckled.

As the sun began to rise, Asher felt that someone had entered the woods and nearly found his house. Sighing, the Wizard stood up and closed the book in one hand, placing it on the ancient bookshelf. The guy took his old, threadbare cloak and exited the house, careful to cast quite a few protection spells and traps in case someone else finds his house. You can never be too cautious, as the old man would say. Asher thought.

The Wizard walked through the woods, enjoying the peace and quiet that he had grown used to for a long time. At one point, he was tempted to go mute to help with the silence and tranquility, but that would've been useless anyhow. Of course, all that he had enjoyed was broken when Asher started to hear yelling and shouting. At first, it was about the cold winds, then something in frustration. "Give me back my clothes!" He heard clearly as he approached the source of the noise.

What the hell... What's going on over there? Asher thought as he curiously yet cautiously jogged to the river. The most noticeable feature when he looked to his right (which would be down the stream) would've been a man. Not just any man, but a... Why is he naked? Asher recoiled a bit in disgust, but then he realized a possible answer. The stranger took a bath in the river. Shaking his head, Asher brought out a spare cloak (and his master said he didn't need one) as he got out the river and approached the man from the side. "Hey!" Asher called out. "You need some clothes?" Asher held out the large hooded cloak that used to belong to no one. It was a spare one that he kept around the house in case the old one was lost or ripped (but in Asher's case, just lost as he never wants to stop using something that could still be used). "Here. Take it and wrap it around yourself. A cloak is better than walking around butt naked."