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Leo Crest... These people disgusted him. Full of pride and "valor". True, many of them could best him in swordplay, but they were so... limited. Denying themselves the blessings of magic? Madness. He sighed and took a bite out of a just ripe pear he'd purchased. Their crops were certainly good though. He ate the pear and began walking down the streets, staring into a map in his other hand. This town was simply another stop in his journey to a Silver Stream academy of magic. His mission was personal, but simple. Steal any tomes or records of magic he could find concerning the effects of magic on the human body. He frowned and looked at the small patch of black skin on his wrist. It was apparently some kind of... arcane re-bound effect, caused by the direct application of his magic to his own body.

As powerful and useful as his magic was, and as often as it kept him alive, it was also apparently killing him, oh so slowly. He clenched his fist in frustration, destroying his pear in the process. Sighing and shaking his head, he shook the fruity flesh from his hand and kept walking, searching for a nearby inn.