"Oh hello! with such a friendly smile I could have mistaken you for my own father sir!" Tuzic says, taken aback by the mans kind disposition. "As to your question, I'm not sure if I'll stay here, or be moving right along to the next settlement, only a visit to some local mages will tell." Tuzic glances over at the Bazaar, overwhelmed by all the faces and all the different items in the stalls. "Say, you wouldn't be able to point me in the direction of the nearest teaching mage... would you?"
The well dressed man grins, as if he's heard this story before. He begins writing something down on a sheet of paper he produced from his pocket. "here I think this man might be able to help you."
He hands Tuzic the sheet of paper, and Tuzic looks down at the paper. The paper has directions to a home, deep in the city. Tuzic looks up and the man is mysteriously gone, as if he teleported away without a trace. "Well, I'd better get walking then..."
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