[center][h3]~ Eon Tower Mess Hall ~[/h3][/center]

Poring through the books last night bore no fruit, to Einer's frustration. A shady, pale-skinned man named Kiff offered to help the bard in the latter's endeavor, but Einer politely declined. [u]Leon[/u] appeared to need Kiff's attention more than he did so the musician kindly moved aside and focus on his search alone. Einer read and read through the night, but found only vague instructions of the old methods of casting magic in the distant past. Still, Einer was not giving up. There was always another day.

And another day came, the members of the Eon Tower had gathered in the mess hall for breakfast. Einer had foregone breakfast for now, opting to play a cheerful tune for the dining mages of the Tower. An unneeded sacrifice, but Einer was not feeling the pangs of hunger. Rather, he felt the ever-familiar pangs of failure instead. The music he played was as much for him as his fellow mages.

But the tune stopped when [u]Scarlett[/u] started a scene, vomiting her bile upon an unfortunate pot before serving it to some Beluan mages that included Lapis and her brother Ruecian. The sight made the bard even less hungry, he was probably not eating until lunch because of this.

Still, [u]Scarlett's[/u] lack of tact and manners... nay, lack of respect for anyone and anything that wasn't herself was amusing in a way. "[color=springgreen]I pity the one who must clean all that.[/color]" Einer remarked to everyone present. "[color=springgreen]I'd offer aid, but I don't think my music can dispel the horrid stenches. Unnatural as this may be.[/color]"