<div style="text-align: center"><i><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Ian, The Teacher</span></span></span></i>​</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"Magic is everywhere, we'll find at least one person here if not many, that much is certain. I'm right behind you."</span><br/><br/>Ian nodded at Dayyan's response. The words ringing a tone of reassurance. Smiling in agreement, Ian absently waved back to the young woman on horseback. Scanning his eyes to and fro he struggled to identify any distingushing marks on the buildings around him. A smaller town like this wouldn't get many tourists, so it makes sense why there aren't many markings identifying building to building. That aside, he has no idea where anything of importance is. He could walk up to the Noble's hill, but that would be a hassle in of itself. Fancy dinner, boot licking, social politics, etc. He'll have to talk to local leadership at some point, but the further he can put it off the better in his eyes.<br/><br/>Blinking in surprise, Ian looked down to see a young man with a boyish face in front of him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Can I help you two gentlemen? Those maps are kinda old you know,"</span>Val gestured to the map in the Ian's hands.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I'm Valentine."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Looking down at the offending sheet of parchment, Ian slowly rolled it and set it into his bag. The young man in front of his had a confrontational stance. <br/>
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Smiling a kind smile. The one he usually uses on students struggling with an assignment. Ian stretched out his hand and took Valentine's, shaking it firmly. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Hello Valentine, my name is David Ianice, though my friends call me Ian." </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Meeting the young man's eyes, Ian searched them for a hint of recognition at his name. He'd never boast it out loud, but Ian knows he has a bit of a reputation nationally for his skill in Inertia and Enhamcement. That reputation a blessing and curse, but here it looks like he's an unknow. Pulling his hand away he continued speaking. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I'm looking for a friend of mine by the name of Asterrio. I believe he's the local Mage of Ashburn." </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Though a good pint of ale and warm stew would serve just as well.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"He tutors a number of students i hear. And i'd like to meet them,"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> Reachimg into his coat pocket Ian revealed a burnished iron rod. With a glass sphere at the top, and an inlay of embroidery as it's trim. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I'm from the University of White Castle, and i've been tasked with finding talented Mages to return with me as students. If you could lead me to Asterrio that would be wonderful, Valentine."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Fiddling with the device as he spoke. It's a Core Guage, a device designed to measure a person's 'potential' using advanced Clairvoyance and technology. </span>