[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F2541F]Atkin Bowman[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[/center][hr][center][color=F2541F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Larry's Dead Languages->Wizard Tower[/center][hr]
No, things couldn't be so simple as that, could they? Absolutely nothing he had tried to deescalate the situation had worked, so fuck it. He wasn't going to try figuring this out anymore. He'd just dump the furball off at the Stranger Chamber and then proceed with what little remaining time he'd had before he had to be at the palace for the Coronation preparations. Now that he thought about it, there really wouldn't be much time at all. He had to make his way back to the tower, then there'd need to be the walk to the palace itself and actually changing into the robes and making himself look presentable and that's not even taking into account running into anything else expected that would eat up more time. He probably should have just gone to the library instead.

Tuning out the thing's pleas for mercy, Atkin picked himself up off the ground, hairy beastie still in the headlock and made his way out of the store. He tried to avoid accidentally stepping on anything important (these books were quite old and probably very expensive and easy to damage); a big enough mess had already been made in here today. At the same time, he kept his hold tight on the thing, but tried to avoid causing undue harm to the thing. He just wanted to be rid of it and not have it make any more ruckus, not choke it out.

Based on how he saw people treat Arya, he wasn't expecting any sort of gratitude from the people when he reopened the store's door. People just took most things done for them by Wizards as a given, so there were no delusions that everyone would cheer and thank him for wrangling the guy into submission. What he didn't expect was for them to not notice at all. There were still quite a few people hanging around the storefront, but they were all very engrossed in various conversations they were having.

"And when I saw the beast," said a middle-aged, overweight woman in expensive attire to a gaggle of her peers, her many chins/neck flapping about with every overly dramatic gesture she made. "It took notice of me and leapt for my throat. It almost had me too, but I managed to swing my purse just in time to knock it out of the air," she continued as she whipped her cinder block of a purse as visual demonstration. Everyone listening to her clapped in awe of her bravery but soon chimed in with their tales of great heroism in the face of lethal danger.  Every other clique he could see were having similar such conversations as the hairy creature in his arm continued to plead in his ear.

Atkin reconsidered his life choices. Maybe the Castle guard wasn't such an unappealing profession after all.

With a sigh, the wizard apprentice turned his attention towards the tower to see something really unexpected: the Wizard Tower surrounded by bright purple energy (did nobody here notice? was he the only one paying any attention to his surroundings?). In the short amount of time he'd been gone, something serious must have gone down for the defenses to go up like that. He looked down at the flailing beast in his arm. Maybe it actually was some escaped Magykal or Alchemical experiment that was far more dangerous than he'd thought. Or something. Whatever the case, he knew his own entry to the place wouldn't be obstructed, and he'd be able to drop the thing off at the Chamber. Atkin slipped through the crowd and made his way back to the Tower.