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For Chris

[spitefullight]

[ Elden had left the city for possibly the first time in his life. He had lived a life of an urchin, getting by through small acts of thieving. That was the day to day in this large, never sleeping city; just surviving for the sake of surviving. He wanted more from life, more than what he had and he almost believed it wouldn't happen. Until he had that dream from the woman wreathed in sunlight.

She spoke to him and told him to leave and ever since then things had been different. He had been given something in return but he was left with the one thing he needed; purpose. What was he to do? Maybe he had to find it. Either way he had left and was on the open road. But, thankfully, not alone.

The it was mid afternoon, the sun blazing down on the two youths as the walked along the dirt road. Fields of grass and wild flowers surrounded them, a sweet scent on the air. The sight would be marvellous but Elden was more focused on finding a place before night. ]

Hey, so, what does the map say? Are we close to any village?

[wiseacre]

[Corrin Wiseacre had lived a fairly normal life all things considered. His first ten years of life were spent in Willowdale--a small village made up of mostly farmers about a day’s ride out from the nearest city. He had a loving family--both parents alive and well and five older siblings--and lived a quiet, peaceful existence. For many it would have been enough, perhaps more than enough. His family wasn’t wealthy, they lived a humble life, but they did well enough for themselves that they were never left wanting.

It wasn’t enough for Corrin. More than anything in the world he wanted to be a wizard, but that just wasn’t something you did in Willowdale. Tutoring was expensive and landing an apprenticeship was a gamble at best. People from Willowdale didn’t become wizards.

He still thinks it had to have been luck that did it. Luck and only that that got him a prized apprenticeship with one of the most accomplished wizards in the world. He spent six years studying under Master Reynard’s careful tutelage--learning and nurturing his natural-born talent with magic, studying and studying and researching late into the night and well into the next morning, perfecting each and every spell he could.

And it still wasn’t enough.

Master Reynard died--he was old for a human, well into his 90s by the time he’d taken Corrin under his wing--and left him everything. All of his notes. All of his research. The manor he lived in and the expansive library that he could have easily spent the next ten years in and not even make a dent in the mountains of books still to read. He loved magic. He loved learning, but he didn’t just want to be a wizard. He wanted to be the greatest wizard the world had ever seen. He wanted to learn and see and do as much as he could, wanted to grow his knowledge and then share it with the world.

He left the manor. Left the town that had become his home for the past six years and started out on his own. He’s still convinced it’s luck that he came across Elden, but he’s certainly not complaining. They each had something they wanted--Corrin’s path was more clear, but Elden’s sense of purpose was strong. They hadn’t known each other that long, but he could tell that much at the very least.

The halfling opened up the map in his hands again, tracing their path and calculating the distance to the nearest village.]

Hmm...it, um...it looks like we’re pretty close to one. Or, well, you know, closer to one than we were before! We’re about...oh, I’d say two hours out from Banbury? It’s a mostly human settlement, I think.

[spitefullight]

[ He's thankful he ran into Corrin when he did. Travelling by yourself was never a smart thing to do and definitely not in this day and age. Though perhaps people might think oddly seeing two kids on the road...or by all appearances look like children. Elden looked down to them as Corrin sifted through the map and hearing the arrival time? Elden let out a long breath of relief. ]

Well, that's good at least. Better arriving after nightfall. Despite how pretty this place looks I don't really want to wait and see what comes out after daytime.

[ Maybe he shouldn't worry so much. The day was warm and the sun shone bright, a day where nothing truly bad could happen. But, even while he wore that smile he could feel his hands shake from an unknown worry.

To keep his hands busy and trying not to focus on their shaking he pulled his coin purse from his side and began to look through it. ]

We've got enough for a night's rest and some supplies but we're going to need to make some coin, fast.

[wiseacre]

Well, it’s, um, a pretty small place so I’m not sure how much work we’ll be able to find there, but…

[He pursed his lips, bringing the map up again to trace another path, murmuring quietly under his breath as he deliberated on the next potential course of action.]

It looks like Easthaven is the next closest city and it’s not terribly far from Banbury. A little under five hours out if we make good time. If we can’t find anything in the village we could always try our luck there instead.