Shamir smiled as Alex revealed more about himself; his poor origins, his upbringing, and how it seemed his father had to lift his family up from the literal gutter. For some reason, he was fascinated by that story; he still had fear and a little hate for the other Mage's father, but he can now understand why the latter would do what he did. Or at least, he can understand a good reason for why a mercenary general would usurp the throne of his liege. So, the scion of Abazin waved goodbye to his new friend, before musing on asking the librarians (were those the otters?) if there are books on healing magic or protective casting.

The Prince's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he was bumped into by the white-haired student, who almost made him lose his footing. But there was no fury as the shock faded, especially when the older teenager apologized, before showing interest in Abazin. Smiling, Shamir held out his hand, and said, "Yes, I am Prince Shamir of Abazin, usurped from his throne. I came here to learn how to heal others and protect myself. Your apologies are accepted, Mr...?" 

Shamir was someone who gave off the impression of someone who didn't actually fight, but knew [i]how[/i] to, just in case. His choices of magical schools indicated, too, that he did not believe that his strength lay in fighting, at least not at first. Perhaps one who sought to support others?

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