[Aging Event - at 10 years of age]

[laconicshadow]

"Memento Eden"...

*He's absorbed himself in a map of Tellius. Frustrated with it, he lowers it. He seems to ponder for a moment.*

Memento Eden is not in Crimea, not in Daein, not in Gallia.

...

... Doesn't matter.

*aimless-looking walking*

Comments

[cherrygloves]

*quietly stalks up behind him*

[laconicshadow]

*glances behind him*

[cherrygloves]

Damn! He's good.

Where are you going?

[laconicshadow]

The bar.

[cherrygloves]

He doesn't look like the type.

Why the bar?

[laconicshadow]

There'll be jobs.

[cherrygloves]

Oh.

Why the bar? Aren't there better places to work?

[laconicshadow]

Lots of people check there for mercenaries.

[cherrygloves]

You're a mercenary?

[laconicshadow]

*nods, holds up wind tome*

Mages are rare. Clients pay, regardless of age.

[cherrygloves]

...Mages?

They must be rare, I've never even heard of them.

You wouldn't expect a little guy like that to be a skilled fighter. He's got some really sharp ears, though... Maybe he's an assassin.

[laconicshadow]

*nods, patiently*

[cherrygloves]

What's a mage?

[laconicshadow]

A magic user.

[cherrygloves]

A ninjutsu specialist?

[laconicshadow]

...?