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Amura returns to Elysium seeing the tavern is burnt down and a few windows elsewhere broken with some other building damage but most of the city still standing. "All this to burn down a tavern and break some glass?" she muses "Now we got a reason to make a better tavern and better homes."

*reads her mother's letter and writes back to her, personally(the letter would be delivered to only her) . Having been separated by life, Amura now 18" "What happened to only love those who love us? Why should we care for the perspective of those who wish to kill us? If the goal is making peace with our enemies then we should be asking what they want, not why. Love, Amura"

Amura gets word of the attack, herself in a land far off. She would have no verbal response, just a sigh as she goes back to giving herself a pedicure.

Amura would read this "I'm going into private practice." She determine and starts to draft multiple letters of resignations.

*Reads this and makes a note to seek them out* "This has all the writing of a bad idea, but im young. might as well see where this leads" she muses

Amura shows this Violet @Lizard, the two 17 year olds who have never made beer smile. They have a inherited brewery and now a reason to learn to make alcohol! What could possibly go wrong with two kids making alcohol for the first time? "Look! We finally get to try our hand at making alcohol!" Amura proclaims proudly and ignorantly of the pain she is about to go through learning how to make beer, the research she needs to do, people she needs to learn from, the joys and failures of not having a mentor... But determined she is to try her best.

Amura wakes up from her nap, wondering what all the to do is, seeing nothing of importance happened.

Amura sits at her desk, taking out a quill and paper. The Chancellor of Magic, begins her first..and hopefully, last order. She begins to write By Order of The Chancellor of Magic, Lady Amura Amberace 14th of Sun Smile, Year 72 of the Second Age I, Lady Amura Amberace, Appointed Chancellor of Magic of Elysium hereby summon the creation of a council of mages to take place of the government department of magic. While the legacy and history of the chancellor's of magics is noted and honored, it has been tradition that one person over see all magic for the entire kingdom; tradition however cannot be used to prevent progress. It is my vision and goal to create an era for mages to be free in their craft with a common understanding among all branches, be it druid, shamans, voidal etc. To have one person over see every branch of magic, to try to control chaos that is inherit in the craft is noble yet foolish. To entrust myself with this matter at my age and experience, is even more foolish and wreck-less and is not the spirit I wish upon the kingdom. The Council Of Mages shall be appointed by the Crown at their discretion. It is my wish that the Council is not appointed by any one person, but a collective agree upon it. I shall have no say in the choosing. I relinquish the office of Chancellor of Magic, for I feel a collective is more powerful than any one person can be. If we must have peace, it must also be from within. As far as I am concern, there is no Chancellor of Magic to proceed me, this is a new start. A council of mages of all types, united for the better. The concept that a voidal mage making laws for druids or any other types of mages is counter-productive. With this being my first, and last act as Chancellor, it shall also be noted I choose to keep my seat on the Patrician Council, serving as head of House Amberace and honoring the kingdom as they see fit.

Amura would walk away to draft something, she smirks , being every bit her mothers daughter...

Amura stands next to her mother, and smirks at her "I know what you're wanting to do, and you're putting me at risk by doing it.. " she says bluntly "i love you but, decisions are coming.. "

Amura walks into her mothers office in the palace. She sets down her bag and looks around... "Lady Amura Amberace, Chancellor of Magic and head of house Amberace...it has a nice ring to it. " the 17 year old muses. Looking at her moms letter. She pulls out a quill and writes two words... "I accept"

Amura over hears her mom and agrees

Amura would pick up a quill to write a response.. But a feeling over takes her telling her to keep quiet. She sets the quill down.. "For growth" she tells herself, refraining from jotting down her thoughts.

Amura finishes posting signs through out the city, the teen admires her work. "We all know I am the best cook, the contest is really to see who is second best. But ill let the town believe otherwise" she giggles running off

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