Setting
A large and enchanting world,Filled with Cursed Forests, Deep Dungeons and vast cities.
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Theransted is a part of 
The Path Well-Worn.
4 Characters Here
Aisha Incendium [8] The local spellsmith, who happens to be needing a few ingredients
Marcus Romaneck [4] Justice sleeps, Vengeance dreams... but the Will never rests
Warwick Stein [0] The Enigma
Tikitil Schritta [0] "I'm a trainee healer! I fix people who have injuries, not give them to them!"
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Zander looked at Thoroark and smiled. He hadn't had the chance to go on a trip in a while. Even if it was only going to be for a few hours Zander didn't care he just wanted to go and explore. He watched Allan as he took off to get ready which left Zander with Thoroark and Lauren. He looked to the giant "I'm going to head back to the bakery and tell Allora i'm leaving. Hopefully she will let me take some food with me."
He smiled and then headed off to the bakery where Allora was waiting for him. When he walked through the door way she yelled "What took you so long, it couldn't have taken you that long to pick up candles."Zander sighed and then told her the whole story from getting to Aisha's place to Thoroark's field trip.
After she was fully informed Allora could only shake her head at Zander. She finally spoke to him with a smile on her face and a hint of laughter in her voice "Well are you going to take some food for your trip or not?" Zander ran over and hugged her and then packed some food in a small sack. Before he left he hugged Allora again and promised he would be back soon. He decided he would let Lina and John know what he was doing before he left. Zander ran home quickly and found out from Ella that John and Lina went into town. Zander told Ella about his trip and she got excited and begged to come with. After convincing her to stay Zander made her promise to let John know what was going on.
She agreed and that freed Zander up to allow him to meet with Thoroark and the group. When he made it he had a sizable bag filled with two blankets, a sack of food from the bakery, and water.
He smiled and then headed off to the bakery where Allora was waiting for him. When he walked through the door way she yelled "What took you so long, it couldn't have taken you that long to pick up candles."Zander sighed and then told her the whole story from getting to Aisha's place to Thoroark's field trip.
After she was fully informed Allora could only shake her head at Zander. She finally spoke to him with a smile on her face and a hint of laughter in her voice "Well are you going to take some food for your trip or not?" Zander ran over and hugged her and then packed some food in a small sack. Before he left he hugged Allora again and promised he would be back soon. He decided he would let Lina and John know what he was doing before he left. Zander ran home quickly and found out from Ella that John and Lina went into town. Zander told Ella about his trip and she got excited and begged to come with. After convincing her to stay Zander made her promise to let John know what was going on.
She agreed and that freed Zander up to allow him to meet with Thoroark and the group. When he made it he had a sizable bag filled with two blankets, a sack of food from the bakery, and water.
The road had been surprisingly kind compared to the recent memories in which it had been plagued by all manner of critters, last week he had come across the burning remains of what had been a caravan the only thing that had made it was a lone dog standing guard over the flea ridden corpse of a man, when he tried to get close the dog showed him a mean display of teeth and growls.
Such was the loyalty of man´s best friend
Feeling safe at the fire and having seen a fair share of travelers Silent realized that perhaps, just perhaps he could make another entry on his diary, after all there did not seem to be anything that would sneak upon him, besides he looked as poor as one could get, sporting nothing with iron or steel and having an attire so dirty that if he sat still they might take guesses on how long he had been there.
Silent opened his diary and began working
The man closed his book and took a deep sigh as he gave a last look at the flames, no matter how safe the roads where there was no way he was sleeping next to a fire without anyone to keep watch, there was believing in human decency and then there was being a complete idiot, and one did not get to live to old age by trusting in others.
Such was the loyalty of man´s best friend
Feeling safe at the fire and having seen a fair share of travelers Silent realized that perhaps, just perhaps he could make another entry on his diary, after all there did not seem to be anything that would sneak upon him, besides he looked as poor as one could get, sporting nothing with iron or steel and having an attire so dirty that if he sat still they might take guesses on how long he had been there.
Silent opened his diary and began working
Its been 2 weeks on the run, there seems to be no lead on me since I have managed to cover my tracks well enough if I go back to that city probably the bishop will do their best to make sure I pay up for my sins.
If I am a sinner for not standing there limply while people laugh at my expense then their god is full of it, I am close to Willowspeak so I might be able to buy some of those candles for the wedding after all with any luck nobody will have beat me to it.
Should cash up some good money with that might be enough to give me a better place to sleep, I also have heard that there have been sightings of the Moon caravan dealers, having made such good time and with such clear roads id bet luck is on me, also it might be safer for caravans to travel through.
I just wished the accountings might be more⌠precise some say it is a red wet moon and others say its sign itâs a dim blue round icon, I can only wonder how many spins the drunken folk give to those tales.
Reminds me of what they say about meâŚ
The most outlandish one was that a she devil stole my tongue after I showed her my affection and liked it so much she took it with her to keep her company, I wish
Still it seems I am no closer to the goals I sat myself out to reach, but I must go on a day will come
Justice sleeps, Vengeance dreams⌠but the Will never rests
The man closed his book and took a deep sigh as he gave a last look at the flames, no matter how safe the roads where there was no way he was sleeping next to a fire without anyone to keep watch, there was believing in human decency and then there was being a complete idiot, and one did not get to live to old age by trusting in others.
Zander chuckled lightly because he knew he had rattled Allen by accusing him of liking Lauren. This trip was going to entertain him even more than he thought. When the merchant opened his mouth and called Zander "a child" it didn't sit well with him. It angered him slightly but he didn't want to say anything or else the man's words would be shown as truth. Zander simply ignored the man's comment. When he was struck in the shoulder by Allen it stung a little but Zander simply gave him two quick jabs right back and made his escape before Allen could retaliate. Zander made his way over to Thoroark and kept pace with the giant so he could have a quick conversation "Thanks for inviting me on this trip. I really needed to get out and have some fun. Also this merchant seems out of place I just don't want him to become a burden."
Zander stood back a bit after he said that. He remembered when he went on his first trip with Thoroark and how much of a liability he had been. He felt a little bad having said that about this man he didn't even know the merchants comments must have angered him more than he was willing to admit to himself.
Zander stood back a bit after he said that. He remembered when he went on his first trip with Thoroark and how much of a liability he had been. He felt a little bad having said that about this man he didn't even know the merchants comments must have angered him more than he was willing to admit to himself.
Thoroark luckily had wrenched his ice pick free and thumped down onto the ground infront of the boulder, Gratefully not smashed against it. The giant huffed and grinned to himself,pretty much everyone had been useful,the merchant far more so then he'd have ever thought. Hearing the Treant's last word's he groaned and walked over to it,climbing on top of the smouldering wooden carcass and raising his infront of him with two-hand's.
"Shut up you overgrown pile of twigs." He grunted,slicing down through the thing's head and splitting it's face open. The giant crouched down and shoved his hand into the newly created crevice,tearing free a gnarly piece of grey wood and lightly placing it in his rucksack for later. "Well....that worked out well,Nobody's dead and that thing barely did anything. This may go smoother than ever before ladies and gents. To adventure!" He cried with a large grin,suddenly back to being jovial and careless after his rather cold demeanor earlier. Thoroark jumped off the carcass and tossed a penny to Michael "Not sure if that thing's meant to burn out or stay there but it survived. It fell into the Ironbark Heart that I just pulled out luckily enough!,Good work with that strategy by the way." He praised.
The giant walked along for a moment and pulled out the afore mentioned heart again,a small gem shined in the center of it and it was a mass of gnarled root's and wood that seemed to weigh heavily even on the giant's arm. "We'll make camp a little way up the mountain,do an inventory check when we're not in danger of being mauled by tree's." He joked,putting the heart away and standing still,apparently meaning to go at the back of the group.
"Shut up you overgrown pile of twigs." He grunted,slicing down through the thing's head and splitting it's face open. The giant crouched down and shoved his hand into the newly created crevice,tearing free a gnarly piece of grey wood and lightly placing it in his rucksack for later. "Well....that worked out well,Nobody's dead and that thing barely did anything. This may go smoother than ever before ladies and gents. To adventure!" He cried with a large grin,suddenly back to being jovial and careless after his rather cold demeanor earlier. Thoroark jumped off the carcass and tossed a penny to Michael "Not sure if that thing's meant to burn out or stay there but it survived. It fell into the Ironbark Heart that I just pulled out luckily enough!,Good work with that strategy by the way." He praised.
The giant walked along for a moment and pulled out the afore mentioned heart again,a small gem shined in the center of it and it was a mass of gnarled root's and wood that seemed to weigh heavily even on the giant's arm. "We'll make camp a little way up the mountain,do an inventory check when we're not in danger of being mauled by tree's." He joked,putting the heart away and standing still,apparently meaning to go at the back of the group.
After a somewhat long nap, Tenen woke up. He didnât care what hour he woke up; he needed to move a bit. It was no good to keep so much energy to the hope he doesnât get insane. It was his way to convince himself to get a bit of training. However, he much firstly check on his wounds. He started to unravel his bandages, looking at the few marks left by the wounds he had. The boy lifted his shirt away, exposing another bandage around his chest; he didnât made this one. It was a lovely lady which he forgot the name that didnât let him go until the gash on his back is treated. As selfish Tenen can be, he let the lady not by choice, but because he fell unconscious. It would treat him to not accept the hospitality in such condition. Either way, he revealed the severe wound; it wasnât bleeding anymore, but the courier feared that it might open again, and so he putted on the bandage again. Of course, if the guild knew of his condition, he wouldnât be allowed to deliver for a bit. Although, his sleeveless shirt was place in such a way â and the way he hid his suffering â that it wouldnât be seeable.
He flexed a bit in his room, well, the innâs room that was so gladly rented for a night; he was thinking of going away from the village today or tomorrow. It wouldnât be surprising of him; as one of the best, he had only few times for himself before going back on a job of delivering messages. Sometimes, during his loneliness, he felt the need of reading one of those messages. The odd things about it; it was always the same sender. It wasnât at random; there was an actual letter he would like to tear open and look at the content. He could do it, but as loyal he is to his job, he would try to ignore the feel of opening the content of it. His thoughts soon scrambled in his head into a mess which he so dearly called âThe unwise experience of an unknown senderâ, and he tossed it away, like someone could just toss a piece of paper by the window.
Tenen went outside of the building, and started his training; free running. It was one of the many things he likes to do; climbing walls, running around the roofs, jumping at risky heights while performing some acrobatics. Some people like it, others found it unnecessary and dangerous, but he didnât cared. The courier appreciated what he can have for his brief moment, and it helped to identify his surroundings. If anything, he might have to say goodbye to the village in an hour or two, since it seems that the guild he is in isnât installed yet, or they are just not in his sight. The courier soon jump down of a low ceiling, strolling down the streets, wondering what would keep his attention enough to not quit this village.
He flexed a bit in his room, well, the innâs room that was so gladly rented for a night; he was thinking of going away from the village today or tomorrow. It wouldnât be surprising of him; as one of the best, he had only few times for himself before going back on a job of delivering messages. Sometimes, during his loneliness, he felt the need of reading one of those messages. The odd things about it; it was always the same sender. It wasnât at random; there was an actual letter he would like to tear open and look at the content. He could do it, but as loyal he is to his job, he would try to ignore the feel of opening the content of it. His thoughts soon scrambled in his head into a mess which he so dearly called âThe unwise experience of an unknown senderâ, and he tossed it away, like someone could just toss a piece of paper by the window.
Tenen went outside of the building, and started his training; free running. It was one of the many things he likes to do; climbing walls, running around the roofs, jumping at risky heights while performing some acrobatics. Some people like it, others found it unnecessary and dangerous, but he didnât cared. The courier appreciated what he can have for his brief moment, and it helped to identify his surroundings. If anything, he might have to say goodbye to the village in an hour or two, since it seems that the guild he is in isnât installed yet, or they are just not in his sight. The courier soon jump down of a low ceiling, strolling down the streets, wondering what would keep his attention enough to not quit this village.
When would he stop being homesick?
Silent looked at the village, it was nothing impressive but it looked more like a town than a village truth be told... maybe it was a town and it had not yet realized it, but then again maybe it did not fill the 1k inhabitants required to be a small town.
Or maybe Romandan requirements don't apply here
All had pointed to this remote outpost near the towering Willowspeak, Silent still had troubles realizing if it was supposed to be Willow´s peak or Willow Speak, these lands were fond of fancy and silly word games, riddles and jokes regarding the pronunciation and accents of certain vocables repulsed him, they salted the wound of his incapacity.
Yet here he was, in a town to which he was an outsider looking for a way to make it through for another day, here the provider of those flying candles would be found ensuring that certain wedding would be the talk of the city when they came upon these rarities.
That was the problem with these people, they thinked too small concepts of supply and demand, added value and cost cuts were completely unheard of, perhaps the threat of winter had smashed their ambition and getting alive out of such ordeal was something that the other 3 seasons had to be spent upon, he remembered his first winter on this alien land... he was shocked at just how low he had to sink to survive.
Today not even cannibalism bothered him
Those candles could be weaponized, if he had stumbled upon such resource when he commanded the Sirdaer he would have made sure that his scouts had those by the horseloads, maybe even in different colors to codify distinct situations.
But people here spoke of it as a local rarity, like a human shaped stone or a dancing bear... amusing yes, but only until the novelty wears off
He arrived to the village and gave a look around, nothing stood out or was particularly suspicious, no shady corners with criminal rings, no suspicious disappearances, no zealous fanatics eager to burn outsiders, all in all a settlement free of any potential troubles.
Now about that candle magician...
Silent looked at the village, it was nothing impressive but it looked more like a town than a village truth be told... maybe it was a town and it had not yet realized it, but then again maybe it did not fill the 1k inhabitants required to be a small town.
Or maybe Romandan requirements don't apply here
All had pointed to this remote outpost near the towering Willowspeak, Silent still had troubles realizing if it was supposed to be Willow´s peak or Willow Speak, these lands were fond of fancy and silly word games, riddles and jokes regarding the pronunciation and accents of certain vocables repulsed him, they salted the wound of his incapacity.
Yet here he was, in a town to which he was an outsider looking for a way to make it through for another day, here the provider of those flying candles would be found ensuring that certain wedding would be the talk of the city when they came upon these rarities.
That was the problem with these people, they thinked too small concepts of supply and demand, added value and cost cuts were completely unheard of, perhaps the threat of winter had smashed their ambition and getting alive out of such ordeal was something that the other 3 seasons had to be spent upon, he remembered his first winter on this alien land... he was shocked at just how low he had to sink to survive.
Today not even cannibalism bothered him
Those candles could be weaponized, if he had stumbled upon such resource when he commanded the Sirdaer he would have made sure that his scouts had those by the horseloads, maybe even in different colors to codify distinct situations.
But people here spoke of it as a local rarity, like a human shaped stone or a dancing bear... amusing yes, but only until the novelty wears off
He arrived to the village and gave a look around, nothing stood out or was particularly suspicious, no shady corners with criminal rings, no suspicious disappearances, no zealous fanatics eager to burn outsiders, all in all a settlement free of any potential troubles.
Now about that candle magician...
Night time arrived upon the scene, and it was assured that he couldnât find much more to entertain himself. Besides, if he doesnât report that the delivery was done, he could face up to serious consequences. He decided, after all, to go back into the inn room, pack things up and set his way to the closest town that had a guild outpost, which happened to be 1 day away of walk from him. Although, it was at his speed. Most people donât travel during the night, due to the belief that it is easier to get robbed at that time. However, he liked adventuring dangerously.
Tenen soon felt like if his back wound opens as he fell to the ground, flinching and groaning in pain. He didnât know what just happened; he was sure that his wounds werenât important. He soon saw his vision blurred as his blood was a pool around, frozen. He felt touched, and soon, he felt pressure applied on his back, but it was a feeling that he forgot to feel, as he was engulfed in darkness; unconsciousness. It seemed hopeless for him.
One of the villagers that was strolling back to his house saw a man suddenly falling down to the ground. He screamed for help around the village while he applied pressure on the manâs back, waiting for people to help him. Not only that it was urgent, the villager hoped that there was someone suited for such things. One of them soon barged in the tavern, screaming out loud: âIf anyone here can help with healing a man, follow me!â and he rapidly went to the bleeding man, hoping someone followed him.
Tenen soon felt like if his back wound opens as he fell to the ground, flinching and groaning in pain. He didnât know what just happened; he was sure that his wounds werenât important. He soon saw his vision blurred as his blood was a pool around, frozen. He felt touched, and soon, he felt pressure applied on his back, but it was a feeling that he forgot to feel, as he was engulfed in darkness; unconsciousness. It seemed hopeless for him.
One of the villagers that was strolling back to his house saw a man suddenly falling down to the ground. He screamed for help around the village while he applied pressure on the manâs back, waiting for people to help him. Not only that it was urgent, the villager hoped that there was someone suited for such things. One of them soon barged in the tavern, screaming out loud: âIf anyone here can help with healing a man, follow me!â and he rapidly went to the bleeding man, hoping someone followed him.
"Looks like I need to do something. I'll catch up more later!" Aisha almost leaped from her chair, bolted out the door, to find the man in question laying on the ground, already bleeding heavily.
"Can a mage ever get a break?!" She quickly flipped the man over, and checked his back, where the blood was coming from. It was a pretty bad gash, but most definitely recoverable.
"Come on, pick him up! Bring him to my house!" Aisha barked at the man that originally called out to her, and the two of them hoisted up the injured traveler, and quickly carried him to her house.
"People always seem to show up at my house half-dead, or asking for my candle recipe." Aisha mumbled to herself, as she grabbed a needle and thread, and a roll of bandage.
She snapped her fingers to conjure a small flame on her thumb, using that to heat up and sterilize the needle, to make the stitching more effective and easier. She worked quickly, stitching the wound (mostly) shut, and finally wrapped a tight bandage over the wound. She tied off the bandage, and grabbed a bottle of hard liquor, and put a note on it that says 'Drink Me', then placed it on the table next to the patient.
Aisha sat down at her desk, looked at the little purple ring sitting on its edge, and thought to herself. She thought about the patient, about her old friends, her shop, and she also thought about Ark. Her lips slowly curled into a smile, and she picked up the ring, looking over it quickly.
"You're not enchanted or magical, are you?" She said to the ring, before slipping it onto her left ring finger.
"Can a mage ever get a break?!" She quickly flipped the man over, and checked his back, where the blood was coming from. It was a pretty bad gash, but most definitely recoverable.
"Come on, pick him up! Bring him to my house!" Aisha barked at the man that originally called out to her, and the two of them hoisted up the injured traveler, and quickly carried him to her house.
"People always seem to show up at my house half-dead, or asking for my candle recipe." Aisha mumbled to herself, as she grabbed a needle and thread, and a roll of bandage.
She snapped her fingers to conjure a small flame on her thumb, using that to heat up and sterilize the needle, to make the stitching more effective and easier. She worked quickly, stitching the wound (mostly) shut, and finally wrapped a tight bandage over the wound. She tied off the bandage, and grabbed a bottle of hard liquor, and put a note on it that says 'Drink Me', then placed it on the table next to the patient.
Aisha sat down at her desk, looked at the little purple ring sitting on its edge, and thought to herself. She thought about the patient, about her old friends, her shop, and she also thought about Ark. Her lips slowly curled into a smile, and she picked up the ring, looking over it quickly.
"You're not enchanted or magical, are you?" She said to the ring, before slipping it onto her left ring finger.
Tenen sighed as he stride out of the village with the satchel now on his side. He looked down to the medication that the stranger told him to take regularly. Why would he? Everything was fine. He only tossed the vial into his satchel, now running through the forest with even more determined steps. It feel even better to know he had his freedom and wasn't just roaming around in a village without a clue of what doing with his life. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he knew that it would be a place with his guild is waiting for his return. He didn't feel the pain on his back, and so it is all he needed to know that he's good. For now.
Although, after a while, he stopped as he felt a sharp pain entering his mind. It felt so weird and wrong, but he knelt down due to the pressure of the pain, holding his head as he groaned in pain. He didn't remember about the stranger telling him he would feel side effects. He couldn't just trust anybody these days. Due the amount of pain, he blindly took the vial and threw it away. It shattered against a tree, the content lost in the grass. The pain soon calm down, but his mood wasn't. He pulled out his dagger, stabbing it into the ground and shrieked in front of him.
Right after that, he came back to his senses. He shook his head, taking out the dagger. âWhat is wrong with me?â He asked to himself, but he didn't know the answer at all. All was left is a bit of hatred. Tenen just held on his head for a moment, closing his eyes to regain a state of calmness. He walked around the forest a bit, feeling that it is better to not rush through places like he usually does. Even so, he doesn't feel alone.
Although, after a while, he stopped as he felt a sharp pain entering his mind. It felt so weird and wrong, but he knelt down due to the pressure of the pain, holding his head as he groaned in pain. He didn't remember about the stranger telling him he would feel side effects. He couldn't just trust anybody these days. Due the amount of pain, he blindly took the vial and threw it away. It shattered against a tree, the content lost in the grass. The pain soon calm down, but his mood wasn't. He pulled out his dagger, stabbing it into the ground and shrieked in front of him.
Right after that, he came back to his senses. He shook his head, taking out the dagger. âWhat is wrong with me?â He asked to himself, but he didn't know the answer at all. All was left is a bit of hatred. Tenen just held on his head for a moment, closing his eyes to regain a state of calmness. He walked around the forest a bit, feeling that it is better to not rush through places like he usually does. Even so, he doesn't feel alone.
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Tion strode the village after exiting the blacksmith and scanned the area and breathed in all the scents of the village eyeing the horizon. He sighed as he walked to the edge of the town and just stood there in place for a moment to take everything in one final time. "This is it, I'm really heading out on my own, I never thought it would be this soon but there's no turning back now" he says to himself as he walks out of the village and into the deep woods.
At first Tion seemed scared of what would await him as he traveled. He never left the village before in his life and this was completely new to him. But he pressed on and took a deep breath as he did, after all this was what he wanted to do and convinced himself not to turn back. Tion wantd adventure and most of all he wanted to help people.
At first Tion seemed scared of what would await him as he traveled. He never left the village before in his life and this was completely new to him. But he pressed on and took a deep breath as he did, after all this was what he wanted to do and convinced himself not to turn back. Tion wantd adventure and most of all he wanted to help people.
âWatch where you walkâ the man shouted at the hooded figure who simply bowed in a sign of forgiveness as they parted ways Silent simply gauged the weight of the coin purse he had stolen, these people really had a lot to learn regarding the world it gave him an itch of regret to have to prey on such unsuspecting and honest folk, but he was not going to place his fate at the hands of the mercy of others, it was his way or no other⌠even saying that was wrong, the people here had offered their help on repeated occasions.
And judging by recent development it was the rule rather than the exception, just the other day that green haired lad somehow found the way to bleed out in the middle of the way and the red haired candle maker jumped to his aid, it was a shame really.
A shame that she was not an essential part to his profit equation that was
He had expected a larger chain of production, maybe a workshop were several mages could be found but there was no way she could come up with the quantity of candles that were needed to fill the cathedral on the main square. But that didn't meant her novelty goods could not further the goals of the Romandan.
He had been crossing paths with the woman, posing as a helpless beggar trying to meager his way in life, he made a point not to stay on one spot for too long adding to the suspicion that he was an aimless wanderer⌠but he was learning her routine he had a clear map of her actions
When she went out of the house
When she met with some fellow mages
When she checked with the visitors asking for some friend of hers
When she returned home
The only thing left was getting a clue on the location of the stock of the candles⌠and maybe get a glimpse of her as god brought her to this world, probably she would look different, mages had a tradition of altering their appearance and females already enriched theirs with or without the gifts of the supernatural.
Her behavior perplexed him, since Romanda he had witnessed how magic paved the road of abuse and he had a good tale to tell on the subject, yet either she was a pitiful practitioner or one of those rarer-than-roost-teeth kind magician that would not exploit her powers to make her life better as the enjoyment of those around them diminished
In any case⌠her time is nearly up.
If only he could get a clue regarding her combat abilities without drawing much attention or making his thievish intentions so clear
And judging by recent development it was the rule rather than the exception, just the other day that green haired lad somehow found the way to bleed out in the middle of the way and the red haired candle maker jumped to his aid, it was a shame really.
A shame that she was not an essential part to his profit equation that was
He had expected a larger chain of production, maybe a workshop were several mages could be found but there was no way she could come up with the quantity of candles that were needed to fill the cathedral on the main square. But that didn't meant her novelty goods could not further the goals of the Romandan.
He had been crossing paths with the woman, posing as a helpless beggar trying to meager his way in life, he made a point not to stay on one spot for too long adding to the suspicion that he was an aimless wanderer⌠but he was learning her routine he had a clear map of her actions
When she went out of the house
When she met with some fellow mages
When she checked with the visitors asking for some friend of hers
When she returned home
The only thing left was getting a clue on the location of the stock of the candles⌠and maybe get a glimpse of her as god brought her to this world, probably she would look different, mages had a tradition of altering their appearance and females already enriched theirs with or without the gifts of the supernatural.
Her behavior perplexed him, since Romanda he had witnessed how magic paved the road of abuse and he had a good tale to tell on the subject, yet either she was a pitiful practitioner or one of those rarer-than-roost-teeth kind magician that would not exploit her powers to make her life better as the enjoyment of those around them diminished
In any case⌠her time is nearly up.
If only he could get a clue regarding her combat abilities without drawing much attention or making his thievish intentions so clear
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