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Rhythmic yet hurried steps resounded near Taltrus laboratory. A familiar figure- Johan, his brother, entered his room with a letter in hand. A small, rock-like golem waved at Johan. He looked towards the ceiling and found Taltrus hanging upside down, conducting another one of his tests. [b]“Brother, it's from the Eon tower, surely you can't be thinking of being a Reaver despite father and mother's wishes?”[/b] His brother was used to his eccentricities at this point.

[color=#BF40BF]“Well, it's nice to see you to brother.”[/color] Taltrus' replied, voice steady and measured despite circumstances. An eyebrow pricked as he felt the boots lose grip on the ceiling. The amount of void magic inserted into the boots was miscalculated, to the point of causing an imbalance. Taltrus would fell off the ceiling landing gracefully in-front of his brother as if nothing had happened. [color=#BF40BF]“Thanks for bringing this to me.”[/color]

[b]“Why would you ever want to be a reaver, I've heard it doesn't pay well, all risks considered.”[/b] Johan continued, stiffening his face and crossing his arms.

[color=#BF40BF]“My, brother, it's almost as if I am an Ostelas who has no real need for monetary greed.”[/color] Taltrus replied teasingly, as if the two has had this conversation ad-infinitum. He made his way to one of his workbenches and began fine-tuning the magitech boots. He held a hand out and was given a tool by one of his golems. [color=#BF40BF]“I'd much rather use my talents to help protect and improve others' lives rather than be cooped up here making potions for father and mother for the rest of my life.”[/color]

[b]“Surely it can't be just because of Jeanne-”[/b]

A loud bang interrupted Johan's words. The golems that were working through their conversations all stopped moving. 

[b]“I am sorry, brother, I didn't mean-”[/b]

[color=#BF40BF]“Johan. Please, don't. Just... don't.”[/color] Taltrus choked out. [color=#BF40BF]“I am leaving, and there's nothing neither you nor our parents can do about it.”[/color]

Johan sheepishly and silently left Taltrus' workshop.

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Generally Taltrus would open a portal to travel, he prefers to physically travel to the place to feel out the location. In this case, it would be his first time in the Republic city. The Olstelas has a branch within the city, but Taltrus had not visited it. At the very least, Taltrus would take in nature and fresh air, it was good once in a while.

Taltrus peeked his head out of the carriage as the tower loomed over the horizon. The architecture and magic became more apparent as the carriage drew closer. He looked up from his tome, taking in the grandiose tower. The magic hummed, causing goosebumps on his skin. Even from far away he could tell that this was the work of a high level Magus.

Taltrus stepped out of the carriage, thanking the driver before hyper-focusing on the tower once more. The magical aura held by the building became heavier the closer he approached, it was almost suffocating; so much so that even a non-magically inclined individual could feel the thrums of magic against the back of their head. A smile crept on his lips, impressive magic to say the least.

Snapping out of his wonderment, a few others began introducing themselves. While there were a dozen or so people, only a few had introduced themselves so far. All appeared interesting, to say the least.

[color=#BF40BF]“I am Taltrus Olstelas, pleasure to meet you all.”[/color] He gave a wave, his robes engulfing most of his arm. A few seemed to be more swordsmen than magician in his eyes, a curiosity for sure. It seemed that they all eyed each other in curiosity, some even staring at the man who introduced himself as Aldin.