[center][h3][color=8493ca]Hector Wyland[/color][/h3][/center]
[hr]It seemed that the head of the tower had finally deigned to make himself known. While he didn't seem like a physically imposing man by any means, Hector could tell by the way Herne was curiously observing Arteus and Brunhyldia as they entered, seemingly either very aware of the power they held, or just curious about the smell of the newcomers. As fledglings to the tower, Hector and Herne weren’t too aware of magi and the workings of magic, but even the former priest had heard of the duo. Some of the most powerful Magi that the Tower had, which also meant they were definitely not people to cross.

Eon Tower seemed to have a hands off approach, which was perfectly fine by Hector. The less he had to worry about the specifics of a task, the more likely he was to be direct on it. With the available requests as well as their options being laid out clearly for them, Hector was nearly the first to step forward to check, almost tripping over a miniscule golem no bigger than a child’s ball trotting underfoot to allow…erm…

Wait, who was that? Hector hadn’t recalled her introducing herself…or, maybe he just wasn’t paying attention. Actually, wasn’t she part of the staff and not a Reaver? Hector wasn’t quite sure, but he overheard her mentioning that she wanted to take on the job to search for the missing children. A noble cause, for someone so bookish in appearance. 

Hector’s concerns were primarily on the gang of Belua. Petty crimes were something he couldn’t judge too harshly; Those that lived had to survive by any means they could…but it never stopped with a gang of criminals. Survival would turn to doing it just for the desire to do so, with a complacency of morals borne of public neglect. Thus the Book of Lucens spoke. And thus, Hector would speak in kind. If words would not work…well, that was what his magic was for.

[color=8493ca][b]”I’d be interested in speaking with this gang of Beluan fellows. I’d heard a bit about them at the inn I stayed at as well,”[/b][/color] Hector said, with Herne rising to point at the paper, before raising his tail in approval, curling back onto Hector’s shoulder.

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[center][h3][color=f9ad81]Rem Indagrund[/color][/h3][/center]
[hr]Rem was hiding within one of her golems during the entire debacle going on within the assembly, the various magical attacks having startled her enough to form a G-Defender, the almost putty-like golem possessing a misshapen face not unlike a jack-o’-lantern that was melting as it adhered to a far wall. Rem was held inside of a small pocket of air and space within, kept perfectly safe as the “battle” occurred outside. 

Once Rem recognized the familiar sound of Arteus’ footsteps resounding through the golem however, the gnome would poke her head free of a freshly created hole in the Defender, looking as if she had been buried neck deep in a pile of mud that was now shaping itself to move away from her. [color=f9ad81][i]”Oh thank goodness…looks like those three stopped. But, I doubt Arteus would let them rampage like that so easily!”[/i][/color]

Arteus began speaking about work and…wait, huh? He wasn’t going to address the extreme bursts of magic from barely a few minutes ago? …Seriously!? 

[color=f9ad81][i]”Oh, so a gnome walks into a ruin she dug up and she gets house arrest, but three newbies get to blow on through like a tornado and nobody bats an eye!? Magi are so weird…”[/i][/color] she thought, unable to hide her displeased frown before becoming fully able to hdie it by sinking back into the G-Defender. Whatever, she supposed, she wasn’t the one cleaning it up. With a quick re-modeling of the Defender’s core, the hundred G-Smallers it was comprised of emerging into a formal sitting position to listen to Arteus and Brun banter a bit, before the two got to speaking about the work of the tower in enough detail that Rem got the gist of it. “Best of luck, don’t bite off more than you can chew”.

Well…Rem supposed that she couldn’t just rely on the generosity of the tower to allow her room and board for nothing. Plus, it wasn’t as if she was an utter novice of a Magus…she could do stuff! Mostly. Nothing too violent she hoped, but things could certainly be done to help. 

The request board was sadly more “normal-race-height” focused than it was “gnome accessible”, so the G-Smallers would form a staircase for Rem to boost herself up with, the gnome taking careful steps one at a time to stand at eye level with the request board. It seemed they were entrusted with two jobs, one seeming directly confrontational, while the other seemed right up Rem’s alley. After getting a good read, she would descend her makeshift staircase before sending her bevy of golems to the library to see if they could find a potential map of the waterway. Approaching Brun, the quiet gnome would say: [color=f9ad81][b]”If it wouldn’t be too much trouble Brunhyldia, I would like to take on the request to find the missing children. My golems would make this a quick search, plus, I’ve been meaning to poke around in the waterways. If that’s alright, I mean,”[/b][/color] Rem stated, awaiting her golem battalion’s return.