Kael would be sitting in a tree somewhere in the city where there is some nature. He would be looking at a small book he bought reading, the book named 'Smithing of Blades'. He was studying the ins and outs of some weapons to find any normal fault in using some. So he can use this knowledge to his advantage when in a fight and create openings that could allow himself to come victorious. He would look to his hand and concentrate speaking an ancient tongue that none others know, Elves, Humans, and so on. for his spell book unknown to him was one made by his own people that was lost before he recovered it. in English he would be saying "May nature bless my tools, may it bring me victory by bringing me what i desire, an object of small nature that can bring forth harm to those who go against me, come to me!" energy would emerge from both the tree his on and his own hand, as it forms into a small dagger blade, of black metal.

Half a day's away a man would be traveling, heading to Drovia. A man well known in the guild but he has been away for a while dealing with problems his been assigned. He would be carrying a big sack... with some red areas dried into the sack, anyone with a normal head would know what that red is. But no one on the road ever pays any attention to him. at rate he is going, he would arrive in Drovia by Mid way into the test.