Who Needs a Gift Shop?
Since leaving the hideous underground tunnel-maze and surfacing in Blue Rafters, Klarion had been exploring endlessly. Just getting to know his adopted home, the Silver City (formerly) above: Manhattan. He had taken up for a time with a troupe of young misfits and delinquents in the city's central park, Central Park, and would play the distraction while the others pilfered the gawker's pocketbooks and purses. However, the novelty wore off, and Klarion found himself once again wandering the city in search. Of what he wasn't sure, however. At least not until a familiar twinge pulled at the corner of his soul, the pull of magic.
Klarion felt it one day passing by the Metropolitan Museum. It was faint, but enough to pique the young man's interest. In the dead of night, Klarion secreted into the building, and with Teekl's help stole the resonating item--a small, seamless gold box located in the Russian crafts section. Teekle in tow, Klarion skipped gleefully down the steps of the Met.
Klarion felt it one day passing by the Metropolitan Museum. It was faint, but enough to pique the young man's interest. In the dead of night, Klarion secreted into the building, and with Teekl's help stole the resonating item--a small, seamless gold box located in the Russian crafts section. Teekle in tow, Klarion skipped gleefully down the steps of the Met.