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"I merely have humbled my body to the point that it obeys my whims in a fashion that our teachings require. I may know enough of the arts, however, I am nowhere near the Grandmaster Gandring..."

Edge took a long sip from his tea and reminisced of the one sparring match he had faced the Grandmaster. It barely lasted three minutes before Edge was gasping for air and clawing to find the strength to stand.

"There are only three Grandmaster monks in the history of our order. The first was Grandmaster Fenris, who founded the order. He, while not as strong as his apprentice and successor Grandmaster Ulrek, he was an immensely wise and powerful monk. It was said that had Fenris spent his days training and perfecting himself further, he would have become a god; however, he chose to pass on his teachings to the next generation, so that others might find the same bliss and perfection of body and soul as he had found."

Edge sighed for a moment.

"And Gandring... while he is an honorable individual and an incredibly powerful master of the arts, he does not have the inner peace and tranquility that Fenris strove to express and exemplify... He lives within a shrine far to the northeast, near the Sun Scorch Desert, none truly know its whereabouts. Gandring himself is the only one who enters or exits his home. I almost feel bad for him, living such a life of solitude can wear on one's nerves."

Edge turned his attention back to Erron.

"You are free to spend the night here if you wish. I will be waiting for you downstairs, should you desire to continue your training. Is there anything else you need before I await in the arena?"

A voice from behind the door yelled in response to the knock:

"No solicitors, well-wishers or distant relations! If you do not fall into those categories, the door will open for ye! Jes' turn the handle."

Laren blinked, not exactly what she had expected but it worked. So she turned the handel and entered the building, "Hello?"

Looking around with a satisfied grin the young elf realized she was in the shop of a dwarf that only made weapons when the need arose and made each weapon specifically for each customer, or at least that was her guess as to way there were so few weapons at least.

"Greetings good drawf," Laren said with pleasent smile. The elf wman may have been rough around the edges but she still knew when to be nice, "I have heard tale that your one of the better blacksmiths in the city. Is that correct?"

Laren smiled at the perceptiveness of the dwarf, "Your not to far off, no. However, I am meirly seeking these items so as to improve my chances of survival more than to just impress some villagers who haven't seen magic before."

Laren then pondered for a momment, considering what the dwarf had just said and what it ment. He had just told her some very useful information, so useful infact she didn't think it fair for her to keep it to herself. Perhaps that group she had trveled to Haven with should be informed of this.

((Purest we have the first volume and an enchanted string, maybe try showing those to him?))

Erron shook his head "I'd ask about the situation with the Orcs from the north or about the recent re-falling out between the Elves and Dwarves but it seems nobody has any complete idea of what is going on. He stands And besides, sleep is the most rewarding after a day of hard work, I am ready to continue training.

"Well, I'm glad to meet you, Selce! I can sense an aura of purity around you, a spirit similar to my own. I am sure you know that dragonkin typically do not look favorably upon the 'lesser races', but we fairy dragons are aligned with the few 'good' dragons in this world. I trust that by seeing my silver scales, you know of which dragonflight I come."

The small drake turned to the other being in the room, the Archmage. Its slit-eyes narrowed slightly at noticing her presence.

"Alanna! You again? So, what is it this time? I trust that you did not have this young one summon one of our kin in an attempt to gather more information from us?"

"Of course not, dear Melkor. I was merely teaching her how to call upon a familiar and bind them to her side, it is mere chance that you happened to be the being selected to join her service."

"Nothing is pure chance." The dragon reiterated a statement that the Archmage had used when confronting the queen of their dragonflight quite some time ago, to which Alanna merely laughed.

"In any event, Melkor, Selce is now your master. Please protect and guide her. Selce, you are now recognized by the Fate Tower as a full-fledged Arcanist. You may stay the night within the many guest rooms in the lower floors or if you wish to rejoin your companions, you may do so as well. If you have any further questions or have need of me in the future, feel free to use the transporter in the main lobby and say the words: 'Laz Zand.'"


(Selce is now an Arcanist and now has Melkor, the fairy dragon as a pet as well as a spell. Any time she wishes to bring him to her side from wherever he is, she may cast "Find Familiar" and he will appear. To dismiss him back to his last location, simply command him to do so. In the event that Melkor is killed, Selce will receive the Exhaustion and become Badly Injured.)

"Aye, its getting dark." Tjaden said and yawned despite himself. He wanted to stay here, in the bar, so that he would see any of the others walk in, but perhaps he was getting more tired than he realized.
"I'll be here a little while more, nursing my cider and filling my belly. If you need anything, I hope to be here at least an hour more before I go to bed. If not, I'll see you in the morning. Sleep well...."
Tjaden took another swig of cider and stuffed his mouth some more, as if illustrating his point.