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[h1][b][i][color=Gold]Rhys Asher[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/378688333867646976/422255485312565259/df0f62f8c2142e8ad9d0dec68836d9f6.png[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Gold]Location: Message Rat Headquarters -> Home[/color][/center]
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Carrying the annoying boy from the Headquarters of the message rats and their infernal rates, Rhys grumbled at the horribly colored clothes. Shrugging off the stares and laughter. They were both something he had grown used to shrugging off, what with having Erik as a mentor and all. The Ordinary Wizard had been harsh with his tongue and his apprentice had suffered under it. It was the one thing that Rhys would never regret no matter what happened. The death of Erik had been well deserved by the Wizard. And Rhys had been happy to dole it out after the old miserable windbag had said one word too cruel about his departed mother. Covering it up, however, had been sloppy compared to his schemes now. But experience was key or so was what Rhys understood, and he also understood few had missed his mentor. With a certain regretful twinge the roguish man also reasoned few missed him. He had not been the most likely of Apprentices, nor the most liked of wizards.

Shrugging off his melancholy. Rhys walked towards his home. Working out the story he would tell Tom Meadow's parents as to why his clothes were fuchsia and their son was babbling nonsense. The best he could come up with would be to terrify them into silence. The worst was that he could go dump the boy on the steps of Wizard Tower after a quick change of clothes then be done with it. However, interesting it was. But he had sent a taunting message to the ExtraOrdinary Wizard so dumping the boy wouldn't work for him. But upon reaching his home and undoing the spells about his rooms, if Tom Meadow's parents noticed their son. Rhys answered truthfully. The lad was unwell, a darke magyk had been set upon him. A worried look on Rhys face informed them that the former wizard didn't know what it was. Assuring them he was changing then taking the boy to the Wizard's tower. Which he would, Rhys reasoned, at some point though he knew not when that point would be. Once inside with only himself and the lad, he locked the boy in the prison he had created and changed. Before taking the special map and making his way towards the Wizard Tower. Hoping no one would recognize him. It had been several years after all.