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((Kinda early, but i guess poor kal has waited long enough.))
Tjaden had had a fulfilling day. He had fulfilled his physical need in fighting the trolls, his moral need in speaking to Beremond, his spiritual need in praying to the ancestors and indulged his curiosity a bit in a walk through the market. All that was left was to satiate his social need and he wasn't expecting to find it on the city streets. He would have to look to his traveling companions for a little bit of comradeship, though in actuality they still seemed like strangers. Trust, after all, took time.

It seemed like such a shame to head in at this time, Tjaden still felt like had so much he could accomplish in the day, but their was no direction to his restless motivation save for the grumbling of his stomach. With that as his only incentive, he headed for their inn.

A long walk later and Tjaden was pushing the door to the inn open. He scanned the room, ignoring the irrate looks of the rougher folk and disregarding the slack-jawed stares of the drunks altogether. However, the only familiar face was the halfling. Still, Tjaden made his way toward the figure of his newest companion, sitting next to him, he kindly waited for the inn-keeper to inquiry what he wanted before politely requesting the same as the halfling.

((I was hoping to run into trouble on the town to shake Tjaden's faith in other people. Trying to find an excuse that will trigger his downward spiralling fall from faith and his subsequent regaining of belief in Berpharon.))

Tjaden paused a moment after the question, thinking on what to say.
"It was productive, to a point, though I feel as if I could have done more. Both Erron and Selce are off training in their respective fields, Prometheus, despite being practically dead on his feet from casting so many spells in a short period of time, still came with us around town, and I haven't seen hide nor hair of the ale-grabbing elf since she claimed to be in search of booze this morning." Tjaden exclaimed with a furrowed brow.

The barkeep set the plate in front of Tjaden, wordlessly, and followed it with a mug of cider. Tjaden took up the fork, as he had been taught humans do, and stuck a rather large piece of meat through with the utensil. Practically shoving the food in his mouth, he chewed roughly for a few seconds before visibly swallowing the chunk of meat.

"The paladin at the temple told us to visit the Archmage, but she was busy in a meeting when we arrived at the tower. I guess we will have to wait to find out what she knows. Though I doubt anyone has told you about the strange events prior to leaving for Haven. You should ask Erron or Selce about that." Tjaden suggested. He was not the one to speak of it, for it was not his story to tell.
"What about you? You certainly did not stay in the tavern all day." Tjaden asked in a friendly and curious tone.

Erron awoke an hour or so later, having lost consciousness from the quivering palm blow, he was still in the training room, and still against the wall, he decided to check upstairs to see if Edge was still home.

The time is now 6 p.m.

The Archmage smiled as Selce handed over the Chaos Fragment.

"It is to form the bond between you and your familiar. Come, let us return. You have done well."

With that, they disappeared within the multi-colored portal once again.

Arriving back within the material plane, the Archmage held the crimson fragment in her palm.

"Selce, please stand here in the center of the room and hold the fragment in your hands."

As she did so, the Archmage tapped the base of her staff to the floor and the dust dispersed instantly, revealing an intricate ritual circle drawn on the tile.

"Prepare yourself... This process varies for each wizard."

Melkos. Biertus.. Liiik!

Suddenly, bright lights erupted from the floor. They were almost blinding to the naked eye. Each few moments, an explosion of magic occurred in the air surrounding the young wizardess.

Selce grimaces as one final explosion of light occurs. When the light faded, a small drake with butterfly-like wings sat in front of the girl.

"Greetings! I am Melkor. You're the one who summoned me, correct?"

((....I never said anyting about joining the thieves guild...? Karasurei?))

((Haha, okay, fair enough.))
Kal chuckled, "Yes, possibly," he restated. He looked to the clock on the wall and saw the time. 4 or so hours til' he needed to steal the seal. He had had his fill of meat and alcohol-less drink. "Well, are you planning anything or turning in for the night as well?" he asked curious, for his own plans would be affected by Tjaden's.

((sorry...i was writing quick so when I saw 'tracked them down' I immediately added the 'to join them' part...you know you are a theif, they are theives. Ill try to pay more attention...))

Tjaden stretched and judged the time to be just after 6.
"Well, I won't be turning in just yet. I want to see what Selce and Erron were up to. Training vicariously through them, so to speak." Tjaden joked.
"I also want to see just how easy Selce will think it is to see this archmage. The less trouble the better. If she doesnt think it would be a problem, I would like to be there. This whole business with the Orcs and humans at war has me a little on edge. I think someone started it deliberately....Erron does to. The only thing keeping me safe right now could be this seal." Tjaden said, tapping the thing.
"I may not like it, but I have to respect Beremond's wishes. You should probably come with us, tomorrow. You may pick up on the subtle observations that others, such as myself, may not notice. An extra set of eyes and ears is always welcome."