Lucid appeared in a very, quiet areas of the town. The slums. That was people back in the castle would call it, and he really needs to be on his guard in this place. He hid a dagger in his waist belt, and he got some explosive that could only be triggered by a spell, under his gloves. He noticed that a red hair would gave off his presence, so he immediately covered it with his cape hood. That's a good thing that his clothes all in a dark color.

He walked in a slow pace, examining this dark side of the town carefully and taking notes on every corner of the area. Well, it's his first time, so he don't want to miss everything. He could come here over and over again when he finished his journey, but, would he be alive by then? Who knows.

He have this, fellow mage that came back home, losing some parts of his body, and that's a result from his journey. He learned that a journey alone for a mage is very difficult. They didn't master an advanced combat with weapons, and casting spells took some quite of time. He would get wounded before they got time to protect themselves. Well, that can't be helped.

His age is not that old for mages, more like, 26 years old is a teen age for mages. They could live for hundred years because of the herbs their consumed, and if the don't get killed. Lucid sighed as he walked through the alley, and held his spell book tight in his hand under the cape. He hasn't memorized any healing spells just yet, because he was too focused to learn about destructive spells. But he suddenly felt a presence behind him, and he opened his palm to carefuly cast a spell. Please don't be a mere passerby.