Snippet #2769668

Zaldir’s cart rolls up into the busy port town, the owner smiling brightly. ”Business, People! Money!” He thought silently with glee. However, thoughts drifted towards his vision and the warning by the voice begging for help that has dogged his dreams. A frown affixed his face.

”I’ll see about arranging for a trip as soon as I can, but I wish I knew what in blazes was going on.. heh. It’s funny, I’d always go to my Sister for these problems. I remember her face, and now she’d always have an answer to any question I’d have. Please... if any of my family are left, I pray my sister is among them.” with that thought he tugged began to search for a place to stay and operate his services for a time, and maybe get some money saved up for an investigation into Dragon Cove.

Maybe even spend time at a local forge to hammer out some new creations too, the thought brightly overcame the uncertainty of the investigation. Making some new baubles always was something fun for the Magic Blacksmith.

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The sound of a staff clinking along the road as the individual walked towards her next destination, leaving a village she helped behind. She concluded counting silver coins before putting them in her coin purse, pulling her hood over her head, before feeling a wind blow it back again.

As she was about to pull up on her hood, she felt a cry for help, this time, it was a call to prepare for conflict. ”What? This plea is more sincere and dire then the last, I must understand it more!” she muttered to herself as the young elven mage picked up the pace, before taking a big jump, clicking her heels as two small jets of Fire appeared underneath them. An experimental spell crafted by herself in her long years of study. She’ll hopefully make it to the next town within the hour at that rate.

”Brother, wherever you are.. be safe. Big Sis will find you as soon as she unravels this mystery. Keep building your Blacksmith business you’re rumored to be in if that is you.” she thought. She was desperate to find the person of her thoughts, and it might even be a different elf in general. But as soon as she was able, she’d determine if this rumored Magic Blacksmith was indeed her brother.

”I, Aranaea Kestal swear it! I will continue my family’s legacy!”