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Craïs was a little taken back by Rei's question. She seldom discussed her past with anyone back in Arcanium, the mages back there weren't interested and thus she held no reason to ever bring it up. It took her over a second to realize just why the Shirokaze heiress had posed the question. She often herself forgot what a horrid reputation Desertia held outside its borders. Slavery, cities abundant with criminal activity, poverty...
"Of course Desertia has nice people living there. We have to be. Not everyone can be as ruthless as the Emperor or the leaders of the criminal guilds, so we compensate with kindness. Admittedly, the capital is not a good place... it's rotten, having grown sickly over the decades with each Emperor worse than the last. But I come from Revelria, a city as autonomous as one can be in Desertia. My home lies next to the ocean. A city of glistening lights and never-ending festivals. The city and its people never slept... Even slaves like myself were treated with love and respect, both by our owners and the populace." Craïs sighed wistfully, shaking her head to bring herself out of the memories.
"You really should visit, yes. At very least, visit Revelria. Plenty of buzzing about will make you forget the heat."
"Of course Desertia has nice people living there. We have to be. Not everyone can be as ruthless as the Emperor or the leaders of the criminal guilds, so we compensate with kindness. Admittedly, the capital is not a good place... it's rotten, having grown sickly over the decades with each Emperor worse than the last. But I come from Revelria, a city as autonomous as one can be in Desertia. My home lies next to the ocean. A city of glistening lights and never-ending festivals. The city and its people never slept... Even slaves like myself were treated with love and respect, both by our owners and the populace." Craïs sighed wistfully, shaking her head to bring herself out of the memories.
"You really should visit, yes. At very least, visit Revelria. Plenty of buzzing about will make you forget the heat."
Craïs listened to Abaddon's input, blinking a little as he began to speak. He'd been quiet for so long. He made good points. She had forgotten Saren was from Drakovia. If he did have friends or family to seek refuge from, all of this just became several times more difficult. She did not immeaditely respond as Rei said her piece. Craïs agreed with the Shirokaze. That was their best course of action by far. Going up north to search for Saren was a much more time-consuming task, even if he were there. Their leads, if there were any, were in the capital. Abaddon was wrong about one thing, however.
"It's not an artefact that would just suddenly bring about world domination. If it were, he would have used it already. He had ample time to whip up any ritual not restricted by season or celestial alignments. If there were such restrictions, the Magiya Elder Council would have given us a deadline. He's likely hidden the artefact on his person, the Mage's Guild would likely have no idea he even had it. But you're right. Friends, family, acquitances. Those are our best bet for finding him." She said with a sigh.
She was just taking another sip as Rei posed her question at her. She set her drink down, contemplating how to answer the inquiry. Yaozu then stood up, asking them if they wanted anything as he did. Craïs politely declined, gesturing at the half-full mug in her hands. She couldn't afford to be buzzed for her projects, anyhow. They required too much caution. One ale was enough. She didn't see the hooded woman like Rei and Yaozu did, with her back being towards the inn entrance.
By then, Craïs had come up with her answer. "I wouldn't necessarily call it fun, with my projects being the other half of my job at Arcanium. And I'm not a Magiya, not really. I was never officially apprenticed, nor did I parcipate in Akademia. I'm only housed at one of the dormitories. But my projects... well, I'm an enchantress and an arteficer. As an enchantress, my projects iclude researching different enchantments, how to apply them and how they operate with different parametres. As an arteficer, I take on missions to search and find magical artefacts, study them and learn how to operate them. I only know a few in my personal possession intimately, even if I own more than two dozen of them. Most I find just go straight to the Department of Artefact Research, which is where I work. The only non-Magiya to ever work there, mind you." Screw the rest if they thought her claim for pride unfounded. She worked hard to get there without being a senior researcher's apprentice or having a scholarship stipend. And she was the youngest researcher to boot! Her accomplishments may be lost in meaning to these people, though... Except Aura, of course.
Clearing her throat, Craïs continued: "I guess that's why I was chosen as the senior Magiya representative, despite not being a Magiya myself. I'm capable and hilariously expandable. I know I make it all sound so boring and techinal and dull, but... it's all I have and I'm happy with it. Better than staying back home in Desertia, even if the populace was a lot nicer back there."
"It's not an artefact that would just suddenly bring about world domination. If it were, he would have used it already. He had ample time to whip up any ritual not restricted by season or celestial alignments. If there were such restrictions, the Magiya Elder Council would have given us a deadline. He's likely hidden the artefact on his person, the Mage's Guild would likely have no idea he even had it. But you're right. Friends, family, acquitances. Those are our best bet for finding him." She said with a sigh.
She was just taking another sip as Rei posed her question at her. She set her drink down, contemplating how to answer the inquiry. Yaozu then stood up, asking them if they wanted anything as he did. Craïs politely declined, gesturing at the half-full mug in her hands. She couldn't afford to be buzzed for her projects, anyhow. They required too much caution. One ale was enough. She didn't see the hooded woman like Rei and Yaozu did, with her back being towards the inn entrance.
By then, Craïs had come up with her answer. "I wouldn't necessarily call it fun, with my projects being the other half of my job at Arcanium. And I'm not a Magiya, not really. I was never officially apprenticed, nor did I parcipate in Akademia. I'm only housed at one of the dormitories. But my projects... well, I'm an enchantress and an arteficer. As an enchantress, my projects iclude researching different enchantments, how to apply them and how they operate with different parametres. As an arteficer, I take on missions to search and find magical artefacts, study them and learn how to operate them. I only know a few in my personal possession intimately, even if I own more than two dozen of them. Most I find just go straight to the Department of Artefact Research, which is where I work. The only non-Magiya to ever work there, mind you." Screw the rest if they thought her claim for pride unfounded. She worked hard to get there without being a senior researcher's apprentice or having a scholarship stipend. And she was the youngest researcher to boot! Her accomplishments may be lost in meaning to these people, though... Except Aura, of course.
Clearing her throat, Craïs continued: "I guess that's why I was chosen as the senior Magiya representative, despite not being a Magiya myself. I'm capable and hilariously expandable. I know I make it all sound so boring and techinal and dull, but... it's all I have and I'm happy with it. Better than staying back home in Desertia, even if the populace was a lot nicer back there."
Craïs had to supress a sigh of frustration at Yaozu's words. She got the fact he was only kidding, that wasn't hard to discern. But mostly his jokes so far had been to play at the rest of the adults' incompetence. Whether he really thought of them that way or the fact it could stem from a repressed inferiority complex or something else entirely, she did not know. She just knew it got old really fast. Taking another, much smaller sip from her mug this time, she took the time to answer Yaozu's question: "I wouldn't return here for the night. I'd remain by her side 'till you all turned in for the night. I am a bit of a night owl and I have some research to catch up to. I don't see our mission as an excuse to put a stop to my projects. Well, the ones I managed to bring along anyway. People at Arcanium are expecting results."
"My own projects too need seeing to..." went unsaid by her. She was this close to figuring out how the bow artefact she had acquired three months ago on her latest mission worked. So far, the bow seemed like a very useful long-range piece of artillery, something she sorely lacked. She held no illusions about this mission not involving any battles... which is why she was so concerned about Aura's presence. But then again, she had been apprenticed by Lord Arkaos himself, so maybe she shouldn't set her opinion of the younger mage in stone before she got to see her abilities firsthand.
"My own projects too need seeing to..." went unsaid by her. She was this close to figuring out how the bow artefact she had acquired three months ago on her latest mission worked. So far, the bow seemed like a very useful long-range piece of artillery, something she sorely lacked. She held no illusions about this mission not involving any battles... which is why she was so concerned about Aura's presence. But then again, she had been apprenticed by Lord Arkaos himself, so maybe she shouldn't set her opinion of the younger mage in stone before she got to see her abilities firsthand.
Nursing a mug of brown ale in her hands, Craïs was closely examining the map. After a long while, she finally said her piece. "While even an apprentice mage like Saren would know how to ward off the bite of winter, not that it matters." To emphasise her next point, the travelling mage tapped the capital of Drakovia on the map. "Since I'm willing to bet this is his destination. Because of the Drachenvice Mage's Guild. They grant sanctuary to mages if one pleads for it. He'd be stupid to flee to Drakovia otherwise, he'd be much easier to track here than in, say, anywhere in Desertia. Mages stick out in Drakovia, big time. And since I sincerely doubt he knows of us, he wouldn't be baiting us to go north. Northern Drakovia is perilous at this time of the year, even for a prepared mage. Avalanches, monsters getting bolder and more likely to move about at daytime due to the scarcity of food..." After she finished with her reasoning, she took a long gulp from her ale before bringing the mug down with a light 'bang'.
"Kyyyyah~! Drakovian ale is the best, even the tavern swill." She grinned heartily at her fellow companions at the table. She then looked at Aura, and then at Abaddon. "Should I take her to our room? I'll be happier knowing she's sound asleep in her own bed rather than here if a brawl breaks out." She asked, gesturing at Rei as she said "our room". They had taken two rooms, one for both sexes. While Craïs herself had no problem with just a larger room fit for five, the concept of modesty in Revelria must be an abstract myth, if even that she remembered Rei snarking at her when the mage first suggested the idea, she did have to afterwards admit that both Aura and Rei especially might feel uncomfortable with the idea.
"Kyyyyah~! Drakovian ale is the best, even the tavern swill." She grinned heartily at her fellow companions at the table. She then looked at Aura, and then at Abaddon. "Should I take her to our room? I'll be happier knowing she's sound asleep in her own bed rather than here if a brawl breaks out." She asked, gesturing at Rei as she said "our room". They had taken two rooms, one for both sexes. While Craïs herself had no problem with just a larger room fit for five, the concept of modesty in Revelria must be an abstract myth, if even that she remembered Rei snarking at her when the mage first suggested the idea, she did have to afterwards admit that both Aura and Rei especially might feel uncomfortable with the idea.
"I'm never anywhere or nowhere without purpose, White. You should know that lest you forget yourself also." The feline creature identified as Cheshire quipped, ridged tail coiling itself around the rabbit. "But yes, not merely observation this time. Wonderland has been boring for decadews, with Black keeping the front steady and holding. You've brought in the first game changer this realm has seen since the former Aces defected. It'd be such a waste for the morsels to die now, as they are..." His unnerving gaze swept over the humans. His gaze turned back to the rabbit so fast his neck should have snapped.
"You haven't gone unnoticed. Your method of tapping into the Looking Glass leading outside Elysium is unique to you and Rain. Did you think He wouldn't notice and send His men after you?" His tone was amused, almost whimsical. He was enjoying the situation.
The Cheshire then turned his attention to Kouchi. "Well met, human. How do you do?" His grin seemed to somehow widen even further, despite his lack of cheeks.
"You haven't gone unnoticed. Your method of tapping into the Looking Glass leading outside Elysium is unique to you and Rain. Did you think He wouldn't notice and send His men after you?" His tone was amused, almost whimsical. He was enjoying the situation.
The Cheshire then turned his attention to Kouchi. "Well met, human. How do you do?" His grin seemed to somehow widen even further, despite his lack of cheeks.
Shirokaze Rei...
Of course, she was the Heiress! That's why her name had sounded so familiar. She was the closest thing any of the Morallaen City States would have for a princess. Craïs had to bite back a chuckle as she shook Rei's hand, instead just opting to grin even wider. The heiress then went past her to talk with Aura. As did the Avanim representrative, Abaddon Vystel. Vystrel, that name too sounded familiar to her. She'd have to check her notes once she got a little privacy. She nodded at Abaddon as the gunslinger too approached Aura. Seemed like everyone else on the team was a person of at least some importance except for herself, though one could argue Rei was leaps and bounds above any of them. Even if she wasn't the eldest heiress to the famed 1st Blade Shirokaze Sasuke.
Then the Liqian monk approached her. She took his hands and shook it and smiled at him. "Craïs Magen, yes. Nice to meet you, Yaozu.
Only then did Jumal move, joining Rei and Abaddon as the two conversed with his apprentice. He knew who the two were. Abaddon, he had suspected would be the representative of his respective State. Rei was one of the two possible options. He knew Sasuke well. He wouldn't send anyone he didn't implicitly trust, namely anyone other than his son or daughter. Yes, Rei might be the better choice in the end. Despite the slight gap between her and her brother's skills, she was the more calm and collected of the two. Traits that would serve their mission far better than any skill with her blade would.
"I trust you will, Mister Vystel. In fact, I am counting on it. Aura, while the best candidate the Magiyan can provide, is still young. Which is why the Magiyan Elder Council chose to send a second represtive to further assist you in your quest." Jumal then gestured to the redheaded mage a distance away. "I hope her being Desertian doesn't impair your judgment of her?" He smiled in a grandfatherly fashion at the gunslinger. The question was legitimate, though. Desertia and Her people by proxy did have quite a reputation, and it wasn't a good one. Legalized slavery, criminal activity endorsed by the ruling factions, more civil wars than any nation in Mirasoria could attest to, and a past for bloodier than other nations.
Jumal then regarded Rei. "I see Lord Shirokaze chose you, Lady Shirokaze. You have your great-great-great-grandmother's eyes... were it not for your hair, you'd look like a mirror image of her when she was your age." There was a fornlorn tone in his voice as he called her a lady, as if the title held a more deep meaning to it than what seemed.
Of course, she was the Heiress! That's why her name had sounded so familiar. She was the closest thing any of the Morallaen City States would have for a princess. Craïs had to bite back a chuckle as she shook Rei's hand, instead just opting to grin even wider. The heiress then went past her to talk with Aura. As did the Avanim representrative, Abaddon Vystel. Vystrel, that name too sounded familiar to her. She'd have to check her notes once she got a little privacy. She nodded at Abaddon as the gunslinger too approached Aura. Seemed like everyone else on the team was a person of at least some importance except for herself, though one could argue Rei was leaps and bounds above any of them. Even if she wasn't the eldest heiress to the famed 1st Blade Shirokaze Sasuke.
Then the Liqian monk approached her. She took his hands and shook it and smiled at him. "Craïs Magen, yes. Nice to meet you, Yaozu.
Only then did Jumal move, joining Rei and Abaddon as the two conversed with his apprentice. He knew who the two were. Abaddon, he had suspected would be the representative of his respective State. Rei was one of the two possible options. He knew Sasuke well. He wouldn't send anyone he didn't implicitly trust, namely anyone other than his son or daughter. Yes, Rei might be the better choice in the end. Despite the slight gap between her and her brother's skills, she was the more calm and collected of the two. Traits that would serve their mission far better than any skill with her blade would.
"I trust you will, Mister Vystel. In fact, I am counting on it. Aura, while the best candidate the Magiyan can provide, is still young. Which is why the Magiyan Elder Council chose to send a second represtive to further assist you in your quest." Jumal then gestured to the redheaded mage a distance away. "I hope her being Desertian doesn't impair your judgment of her?" He smiled in a grandfatherly fashion at the gunslinger. The question was legitimate, though. Desertia and Her people by proxy did have quite a reputation, and it wasn't a good one. Legalized slavery, criminal activity endorsed by the ruling factions, more civil wars than any nation in Mirasoria could attest to, and a past for bloodier than other nations.
Jumal then regarded Rei. "I see Lord Shirokaze chose you, Lady Shirokaze. You have your great-great-great-grandmother's eyes... were it not for your hair, you'd look like a mirror image of her when she was your age." There was a fornlorn tone in his voice as he called her a lady, as if the title held a more deep meaning to it than what seemed.
Akademia : Arcanium, the Magiyan Capital
Jumal's chuckle held a deep and rich tone as he knelt down before his young apprentice. He was still a head taller than her as he laid his palm to rest atop her head. "I know you will, young one. That is why I put your name forward as a potential candidate when the Elder Council was discussing the matter." If Aura knew Jumal and she did, that was his way of saying he had strongarmed the Council into agreeing. Then Aura leapt into his arms, embracing the elderly mage tightly. The Lord responded in kind, wrapping his arms around her. "I promise, nothing you should worry about will happen to me here."
Just then Craïs re-emerged from her room, dragging a huge chest behind her. The highly decorated chest was made of reddish wood and sealed shut with a large, intricate-looking lock. She closed the door and spun around, grinning excitedly. "Since we have a proper carriage, might as well take all my research with me." Her excited expression fell into a bashful one as she regarded the Master in charge of transporting them. "If that's alright with you, Lord Arkaos."
Jumal stood up to his full height as he let Aura go and nodded at the fierce redhead. "It is quite alright. Is that all?" Craïs nodded, but before she could say anything, a large glyph manifested itself beneath the trio's feet. In a bright flash of light, they and the chest were gone from the hallway.
The Temple : Golden Tablet of Moralea
Just as Rei finished her line of thought, the same glyph that appeared in Arcanium wrote itself onto the temple floor, glowing brightly before giving out a flash almost akin to a flashbang. As the light faded, in the glyph's place stood Aura, Jumal, and Craïs. The latter looked a little shellshocked before grinning in an almost feline manner.
"Real instantaneous, long-distance transportation without the use of any pre-coordinated waystones or gateways! That was awesome!"
Her bubble of giddy excitement burst as she noticed the other three members of the escort mission having already arrived. She regarded them with an almost doe-in-the-headlights gaze, blinking a little owlishly.
"Liqian Clan." The archives of knowledge in her mind instantly reminded her as she regarded the tall monk. "Wow, he tall." She was not exactly used to men taller than her. She was very tall herself, like most women and people in the first place from Desertia were, and was quite used to standing at the same height as the tallest men in Arcanium.
"Shirokaze Clan." She thought as she looked at Rei. Sword, check. A cool enough demeanor to freeze a lake, check. Silver hair? Craïs blinked, why did that ring a few bells in her head?
"Leaving him as the Avanim representative..." The redhead regarded the gunslinger. "What a somber bunch..." A voice in the back of her head muttered. Taking a more confident stance and glancing over her shoulder at her charge, Craïs then spoke: "Looks like we were the last ones in, eh, Aura?" She grinned and winked playfully at the young apprentice. The wandering sorcerer then turned back to the other three representatives and without a care in the world strode over to Rei, offering her hand.
"Craïs Magen. Second half of the Magiyan representative for this mission. Nice to meet you~"
Jumal's chuckle held a deep and rich tone as he knelt down before his young apprentice. He was still a head taller than her as he laid his palm to rest atop her head. "I know you will, young one. That is why I put your name forward as a potential candidate when the Elder Council was discussing the matter." If Aura knew Jumal and she did, that was his way of saying he had strongarmed the Council into agreeing. Then Aura leapt into his arms, embracing the elderly mage tightly. The Lord responded in kind, wrapping his arms around her. "I promise, nothing you should worry about will happen to me here."
Just then Craïs re-emerged from her room, dragging a huge chest behind her. The highly decorated chest was made of reddish wood and sealed shut with a large, intricate-looking lock. She closed the door and spun around, grinning excitedly. "Since we have a proper carriage, might as well take all my research with me." Her excited expression fell into a bashful one as she regarded the Master in charge of transporting them. "If that's alright with you, Lord Arkaos."
Jumal stood up to his full height as he let Aura go and nodded at the fierce redhead. "It is quite alright. Is that all?" Craïs nodded, but before she could say anything, a large glyph manifested itself beneath the trio's feet. In a bright flash of light, they and the chest were gone from the hallway.
The Temple : Golden Tablet of Moralea
Just as Rei finished her line of thought, the same glyph that appeared in Arcanium wrote itself onto the temple floor, glowing brightly before giving out a flash almost akin to a flashbang. As the light faded, in the glyph's place stood Aura, Jumal, and Craïs. The latter looked a little shellshocked before grinning in an almost feline manner.
"Real instantaneous, long-distance transportation without the use of any pre-coordinated waystones or gateways! That was awesome!"
Her bubble of giddy excitement burst as she noticed the other three members of the escort mission having already arrived. She regarded them with an almost doe-in-the-headlights gaze, blinking a little owlishly.
"Liqian Clan." The archives of knowledge in her mind instantly reminded her as she regarded the tall monk. "Wow, he tall." She was not exactly used to men taller than her. She was very tall herself, like most women and people in the first place from Desertia were, and was quite used to standing at the same height as the tallest men in Arcanium.
"Shirokaze Clan." She thought as she looked at Rei. Sword, check. A cool enough demeanor to freeze a lake, check. Silver hair? Craïs blinked, why did that ring a few bells in her head?
"Leaving him as the Avanim representative..." The redhead regarded the gunslinger. "What a somber bunch..." A voice in the back of her head muttered. Taking a more confident stance and glancing over her shoulder at her charge, Craïs then spoke: "Looks like we were the last ones in, eh, Aura?" She grinned and winked playfully at the young apprentice. The wandering sorcerer then turned back to the other three representatives and without a care in the world strode over to Rei, offering her hand.
"Craïs Magen. Second half of the Magiyan representative for this mission. Nice to meet you~"
Name: The Cheshire
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Power:
Personality: If Wonderland is mad, then the Cheshire makes all of its inhabitants look relatively sane in comparison. Bizarre, prone to moodswings as if his emotions were dictated by the wind, and always speaking in riddles, the Cheshire is a major headache to many of Wonderland's inhabitants due to his ability to traverse anywhere and everywhere without limitations and his apparent inability to give out a straight answer. Only a few can keep the mangy cat at bay, those few being the Queen Herself and Her most trusted generals.
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Power:
- Mirror, Mirror : The Cheshire can create Looking Glasses wherever he wishes, allowing him unrestrained access to anywhere and everywhere in Wonderland.
Personality: If Wonderland is mad, then the Cheshire makes all of its inhabitants look relatively sane in comparison. Bizarre, prone to moodswings as if his emotions were dictated by the wind, and always speaking in riddles, the Cheshire is a major headache to many of Wonderland's inhabitants due to his ability to traverse anywhere and everywhere without limitations and his apparent inability to give out a straight answer. Only a few can keep the mangy cat at bay, those few being the Queen Herself and Her most trusted generals.
"Oh, she's just adorable... Craïs thought with an inward grin as she watched the little sorcerer's apprentice fidget in place, her cheeks flushed beet red. Just as the Desertian mage was about to reply about quickly packing up her things, a new presence made itself known to the two of them.
"Well then, I believe it is a good thing I had thought you might want to do so, leading me come here on my own."
Craïs damn near pivoted on her heel as she heard the voice. Her indignant squawk of surprise died in her throat as she saw him. Clad in the holy white cleric's robes, his hair and and beard equally white, she recognised the elderly man instantly. Lord Jumal. He was... taller than she had imagined, somehow both regal and humble in his appearance. He barely appeared his age, back straighter than most young male mages in Akademia and his eyes... those ruby orbs were sharper than even the shrewdest Magiyan elder or Master she had encountered. And she had met nearly all of them, considering they were the only ones she ever dealt with. Yet they were almost glowing with a sort of fatherly adoration and love as he spoke to his apprentice. Then he turned to her, causing her to go stiff.
"And you must be Craïs Magen. Quite the topic of... hot debate among the Elder Council, you are." His voice was full of mirth, even if repressed.
"Y-yes, sir. No, I mean, Lord Jumal. I mean Lord Arkaos!" She stuttered, instantly cursing herself in her head right after. Way to make first impressions with the one man people claimed to be the single most influential man in the Magiyan circles after the Elder Council themselves. And it wasn't a no-brainer why. The man was allegedly immortal and the single createst master of alchemy and medical magic in not just the Morallean States, but the entirety of Mirasoria.
"I- I'll just go fetch my things, my Lord." She turned on her heel and retreated back to her room before the blush of embarasment emerged on her cheeks.
"Very well. Take as much as you need. I've seen to it that your fellowship has all the necessary materials for the journey that lies before you. Including the horses and carriage."
Lord Jumal then turned to his diminutive apprentice, smiling a grandfatherly smile. "The beginning of your journey draws near, my little Aura. Are you ready?"
"Well then, I believe it is a good thing I had thought you might want to do so, leading me come here on my own."
Craïs damn near pivoted on her heel as she heard the voice. Her indignant squawk of surprise died in her throat as she saw him. Clad in the holy white cleric's robes, his hair and and beard equally white, she recognised the elderly man instantly. Lord Jumal. He was... taller than she had imagined, somehow both regal and humble in his appearance. He barely appeared his age, back straighter than most young male mages in Akademia and his eyes... those ruby orbs were sharper than even the shrewdest Magiyan elder or Master she had encountered. And she had met nearly all of them, considering they were the only ones she ever dealt with. Yet they were almost glowing with a sort of fatherly adoration and love as he spoke to his apprentice. Then he turned to her, causing her to go stiff.
"And you must be Craïs Magen. Quite the topic of... hot debate among the Elder Council, you are." His voice was full of mirth, even if repressed.
"Y-yes, sir. No, I mean, Lord Jumal. I mean Lord Arkaos!" She stuttered, instantly cursing herself in her head right after. Way to make first impressions with the one man people claimed to be the single most influential man in the Magiyan circles after the Elder Council themselves. And it wasn't a no-brainer why. The man was allegedly immortal and the single createst master of alchemy and medical magic in not just the Morallean States, but the entirety of Mirasoria.
"I- I'll just go fetch my things, my Lord." She turned on her heel and retreated back to her room before the blush of embarasment emerged on her cheeks.
"Very well. Take as much as you need. I've seen to it that your fellowship has all the necessary materials for the journey that lies before you. Including the horses and carriage."
Lord Jumal then turned to his diminutive apprentice, smiling a grandfatherly smile. "The beginning of your journey draws near, my little Aura. Are you ready?"
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