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The man’s wink and smile combination turn Cerrad’s teeth into grindstones. While an authentic magical letter would have made most people happy, any traces of joy on his mind immediately rotted like a sweet fruit as soon as the man concluded his one word speech. The man paid no attention to Cerrad as he hatefully stared at him. [color=8e6b23][i]No explanation as to where I am or why any of that magic just happened or why there’re others around me! Unbelievable![/i][/color] 

Cerrad glared around him and confirmed that he was nowhere near Tembrot. None of the men around him were built like brick walls and instead matched Cerrad’s thin frame. It was a momentary relief, before doubt and envy set in. He was clad in a traditional robe while most of his rivals sported contemporary clothing, which made Cerrad resume grinding his teeth in irritation.[color=8e6b23][i] Tch, they probably see me as an old man just because I’m dressed in robes but it makes sense in the context of performing traditional magic so if anyone has a problem with that I’ll just say that it’s…..

….and that other male also has long hair and even though his is black it’s still something I have to be wary of and that other one has pink hair and bunny ears, which is frankly ridiculous but manages to be a unique charm point which in turn gives him the advantage when it comes to situations where… [/i][/color]

The others began to grow restless for answers as well, prompting Cerrad to snap out of his mental rant. His insecurities that stemmed from the unknown molded the earth magician into a defensive stance. He quietly took his luggage and stiffly walked closer to the gateway. Few others seemed to have packed any, increasing his unease.
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