[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 wrote down Rowland’s desire for a fine mead in his shipping book so the young man wouldn’t forget. He would find him the finest mead in the Land of Lost Nights and bring him back two bottles. 
As Cuyler was packing each item, Rowland expressed his interest in the ring, which was one of the first things Cuyler had packed for him so he handed it over to the elder gentleman quickly. The urgency to be gone was present and felt through most of the market now as people gradually began to notice the change with the tower and the heavy power of [b]Magyk[/b] in the air. Cuyler held on tightly to the money he was handed and returned the ex-Extraordinary’s smile. He then looked to the man beside him and gave a nod of goodbye. [i]Yule, Jarvis Yule.[/i] The Ordinary Wizard’s name finally came to Cuyler just before both men grasped arms and disappeared. Cuyler blinked a few times, clearing his eyes and then scanned to his left then right to see if they had merely jumped a few feet. Thia seemed to have the same idea as she slid underneath the table and trotted down a few feet left and then a few feet right, sniffing the air as she went before returning to Cuyler’s side. She sat down and looked up at him. Gone. She had come to the same conclusion he had. 
They shook themselves out before Cuyler became the salesman once again and began pulling in last minute stragglers. His attention kept being pulled back to the tower but he didn’t seem to be the only one and soon he was having conversations with people trying to guess what it could mean. Cuyler knew he would get a better answer from Ayra herself at the coronation if they got a minute to catch up. But for now he continued to indulge the rumors the townsfolk and traders were coming up with.