[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] Traders’ Market[/center][hr]
Cuyler was stunned for a moment by Rowland’s generosity. He took hold of the charm, staring at it for a minute while he processed what Rowland had just offered him. The words of the old Wizard’s companion circled in Cuyler’s head and jerked him back into his past. He saw his sister through the eyes of his youth and the destruction of his village. The fire, the smoke and the screaming of people running for their lives and the sounds of dying. The images were still vivid but Cuyler wondered if what he saw today is what truly happened then. He was the only survivor, so his account was the only one he knew. 
Cuyler bowed deeply to Rowland. 
[color=pink]”Your generosity is greatly appreciated.”[/color] Cuyler stood back up and held his head high. Though emotion layered his voice from the memories and Rowland’s kind acts, he remained strong. The pain he felt from the loss of his family was a driving force in his life and he would use it to avenge his family. [color=pink]”If there is anything that either of you require from The Land of Lost Nights at any time, do let me know and I will secure it for you.”[/color] Cuyler didn’t necessarily feel like he owned them - Rowland was doing this out of the kindness in his heart - but the young man liked to treat others with the respect they deserved, especially when they showed it to him. 
He tucked the charm into a pocket on his belt before stepping up to the table and scanned his wares, looking for something with Arya in mind. There was a wood carving that was set aside for her, but he wanted to give that to her personally. Instead, Cuyler scanned the jeweled items and pulled a few. Unsure what Arya desired most for her jewelry, Cuyler presented a few items. The first was a handcrafted [url=https://img00.deviantart.net/09ed/i/2015/117/5/7/loki___norse_mythology_inspired_fantasy_necklace_by_kafkavey-d8rars8.jpg] necklace[/url]. The second was a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/03/3e/a3/033ea3142b4779b3fda05ffe9c699ee5--emerald-jewelry-emerald-rings.jpg] locket[/url] made out of emerald and pure silver, a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a3/26/42/a326429bca548bc13b249074f8575a07.jpg] pair of earrings[/url] and finally a [url=https://img0.etsystatic.com/108/1/5210220/il_340x270.954088094_bz6l.jpg] ring[/url]. Each item represented a portion of The Land of Lost Nights and remained true to the culture and their stories. 
[color=pink]”Real emeralds in each item,”[/color] Cuyler informed the gentlemen. [color=pink]”To bring out her eyes.”[/color]
Next to the purple she had to wear, Cuyler took notice of the green Arya tried to wear and it truly did bring out the uniqueness in the colour of her eyes. Cuyler’s eyes may be green as well but the green of the [b]Wizards’[/b] eyes was singularly theirs’. 
[color=pink]”If I were the one to pick, I would lean closer to the necklace or the ring,”[/color] Cuyler supplied. He knew the maker of the necklace well and it’s craftsmanship was impeccable, the ring however was an attention grabber. 
In all honesty, the young man could see the ExtraOrdinary Wizard wearing any one of these items and as if the image of her would be strengthened in his mind he turned to look again at the Wizard Tower but what he saw now caused him to lose his train of thought. 
Cuyler took a step, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the tower. The changes were noticeable even to the common folk. No longer just a symbol of [b]Magyk[/b], the Tower itself looked like a fortress. There was an exceptional purple colour surrounding the tower and the rising sun now glinted off hundreds of bars and metal slabs covering all the windows. 
[color=pink]”What do you suppose…”[/color] Cuyler knew it couldn’t be good but he managed to pull his eyes from the Tower and looked back to the Ex-ExtraOrdinary Wizard and his friend. 
Whispers were already starting around the Market as people began to take notice and Thia had walked over and nudged Cuyler’s leg; she had felt the change as well. 
[color=pink]”I do think our time is to be cut short. Allow me to wrap up these items and whichever you choose to gift to Ayra, you may then pay me for,”[/color] Cuyler said, already moving to wrap the items in fabric and box them separately. Receiving payment wasn’t a current concern for the young Northern Trader. 
Whatever required the Wizard Tower to be locked down shouldn’t be taken lightly. The young man knew Ayra’s temperament and skill level; therefore, he understood that this was no daily occurrence. 
It was possible that this was in preparation for the upcoming coronation but something deeper told Cuyler it wasn’t. He only hoped his closest friend was alright.