As I approach the welcoming gentleman, I wave and smile softly. "Greetings good man! My name is Morrin, and I come here seeking the arcane arts." I stop to shake his hand, eyeing him up and down slightly to judge his class and sense of taste. "I don't suppose you would know where the cities research office or school of magic would be would you" I ask as I stair up at the impending walls of the new city I hope to call home. As this kind man answers with directions, I can't help but ponder how my brother might be doing. (perhaps I shall invite him to visit my study one day) I think to myself, as I make my way into the borders of the town, and scribbling my thoughts in my journal.
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