[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F2541F]Atkin Bowman[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[/center][hr][center][color=F2541F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Wizard Tower 20[sup]th[/sup] Floor->Trader's Market[/center][hr]
Funnily enough, Atkin was more familiar with ale than he was with tea. Alcohol was relatively easy to obtain in the Ramblings, even for a kid who was sharp witted enough; tea was a luxury enjoyed by people who had the money to worry about things as trivial as keeping up appearances. Since starting his apprenticeship with Arya, he had come to the conclusion that he was ambivalent about the beverage. It was fine, and that poor kettle was trying its hardest to find something that he liked, but every time he found himself feeling more or less the same about the cup. At this point it might have given up and just decided to just copy Arya's preferred cup.

Speaking of his teacher, his eyes couldn't help but follow her as she left the kitchen and remained fixated during her whole conversation. She was kind of like having an exotic predator in the same house as you. On one hand captivating, beautiful, and graceful in a way that they didn't seem to notice, but on the other hand also able to bite your head off with ease if you angered it. Although in the case of Arya it (probably) wouldn't be a literal decapitation, but he didn't doubt that she possessed such powers. So when she turned her attention back his way, he made sure to divert his gaze over to his food. The last thing he wanted was to give the impression that he was staring at her (which he totally was).

Biscuit in his mouth, Atkin only nodded in acquiescence to Arya's instructions. Free morning, stay out of the library, be at the palace in dress by 11:30. His first instinct was to go to the Library and see why she supposedly didn't want him there, but he stopped himself. It was obvious that she wanted him to go there, and knowing that made him not want to go there, at least not immediately. No, he decided it would be more fun to get out of the tower. He needed to go out and stretch him legs for once. Pyramid Library could wait until a later point in time when she really didn't want him in there unsupervised.

Now alone, the Magician's Apprentice headed to his room, gathered his things and changed out of his brilliant green robe into the much drabber, far shabbier street clothes he was accustomed to wearing. He didn't want to attract a lot of unnecessary attention by looking like some lost wizard who didn't know his way around the Castle and stumbled down the wrong street. Before he left, he approached his dress robes and looked over them. He didn't want to have to come back and fetch them, but he couldn't carry them around as they were. At best people would think he just filched them from their rightful owner. 

Then the idea came to him, just shrink them down and keep them in his pockets, and when he needed to make himself presentable, he could just undo the spell. He didn't have his teacher's apprehension on using magyk on clothes, so he didn't see anything wrong with this course of action. Atkin rifled through the various papers and pages around the floor until he found what he'd been looking for, the [b]Charm[/b] for a Shrinking Spell. He still hadn't gotten good enough at this Magyk stuff that he was able to do these types of things off the top of his head, but with the Charm in hand he was confident he'd be able to pull off the spell with ease.

He was half right, the first time around, he only managed to get it down to half size, which while possibly useful in another circumstance, wasn't what he was looking for. So he went for it again, this time perfectly bringing it down to the size of a handkerchief. Clothes now safely stashed away, he was ready to roll. He stepped onto the spiral staircase and got all the way down without anyone glancing his way, however, when he set foot on the first floor he was greeted personally by the floor with:

[h1][b][center][color=f4e61d]FAREWELL,[/color]
[color=d074f7]EXTRAORDINARY[/color]
[color=08af27]APPRENTICE[/color][/center][/b][/h1]

Sodding hell. Floor aside, nobody seemed to be making any moves to stop him, so Atkin just took it in stride and left the Tower. So there he was, given the entire Castle to explore, as long as he was able to make it to the palace within the next couple of hours. He couldn't afford to dally long, so he picked a direction and started moving that way, ending up in the trader market before he knew it. Atkin didn't really have money on him, but maybe he'd be able to find something exciting while he was here. It was coronation day, he wouldn't be surprised if all the merchants were bringing their A-game.