"<b>If i'm correct, it wasn't a visitor.</b>" He spoke finally, understand that it was someone from the Blackstaff here in Lindham. He pondered this as he looked at the book in his lap, still not daring to delve into it, it sealed the 'deal'. She had something he wanted, and in return, the book was given to him. This told him that she was in town. The purple hue in the cloak told him she was higher up the staff, also told him she was the person who gave him the sword.  But that was was over a hundred years ago, which meant in fact, that she was a magical being. and with the runes in the blade that were that well crafted to do whatever he wanted with it. A rather diverse creature at that. Perhaps an elf.<br/><br/><b>"She is from here, at least for now. Of this i'm fairly certain." </b>He listened intently up until the smack, where he finally spoke up again,<b>"Its only gossip, if it isn't true. So don't dismiss it without investigation. The most important piece of information is the bit we don't have. Why?" </b>Why was a good question, what did the farmer hold that the person could possibly want bad enough to kill him for?<br/><br/>Laughter came from across the room, and Deacon turned to see a little... Mage sitting there, fire from the feel of it. Interesting.<b>"She's not, the cloaked figure felt different. Stronger, stronger than i am. Which is to say something, not to pat myself on the back." </b>He said, remembering his past endeavors as he sat there, though he was slightly lost in thought,<b>This one isn't your culprit, but she's more capable than she realizes yet."</b>Deacon said as his eyes opened back up, and he stared at her with his deep eyes. as if measuring her up for something or another.<br/><br/><b>"I'll say. yes to her being quite the character, Though you play a decent character as well." </b>What was he thinking,<b>"I'm sorry for being rude. Deacon Sol Ghenst" </b>He paused before adding.<b> "Of Blackstaff."  </b>He wasn't sure if it was a mistake saying that he worked for the most notorious group of mages in the world. Not even in a bad way, just their deeds were well spread out, good, bad, and indifferent opinions were held on them, and rightfully so, magic wasn't something everyone could delve into,  and that scares them.<br/><br/><b>"Good night." </b>He said late as she walked out the door, though he didn't even look at her. With a sigh, he looked back at the girl.<b>"May i know your name, lil one?" </b>He asked after a moment. Wondering who she was. He knew that she was a mage, and one of a fire element. That was something that could work. Fire was the perfect element. it both created and destroyed life. It was powerful beyond all recognition, as long as you knew how to use the whim of battle to your advantage. Which he wasn't entirely sure this little one knew what that meant yet. She was young, by a mage's standard, oh so young.<br/><br/>She held potential, Much of it, as long as she brandish her flames in the correct fashion, and not let them guide her to the way they tempted. He looked down at his book once more. What was this trade concerning? That was the question that he had for himself. He still dared not open it, not yet. He needed to know what the de...The Elemental. Had he already came to this conclusion once? The banter had bothered him enough to not realize it. He sighed and opened the book, to see what he was given in the place of his lost money for the Elemental.<br/><br/><b><i>Water magic: One of the easiest to learn, if you have guidance. One of the most elusive to learn, if you don't. Its a very fluid magic that escapes some because of how easy it is to create and use.<br/>
</i></b><br/>This was hand written on the very first blank page of the book. Deacon was both excited, and troubled by this. It meant the cloaked person, had been keeping an eye on him, and for quite some time. But if it worked, he would in a sense evolve as a mage. An Arch-Mage for the first time in the years he had been searching for this information. Could he really just delve into a book showing him exactly what to do, Especially after his bountty was stollen as it was. Two thousand gold down the drain. that was months of collecting from odd jobs, Basically two thirds of what he owned. or rather what he brought with him. He had more in the castle, but didn't think it was time to go back yet. He looked back up to the girl, waiting her answer, if any were to come at all.<br/><br/>Deacon didn't bother opening the book back up yet, he simply took a drink off his glass, and glanced at her, wondering what was going through her head. Obviously he didn't trust him. So he terned to the barkeep,<b>" Can i have a Chicken breast, with potatoes, a salad, and a small loaf of bread, and whatever the lady wants to eat over there, but set it a stool away from me after she's ordered it.</b>" He said, laying down eight peices of gold, which he was sure was enough for what he ordered, and the tip for him and the drinks that they got on the house. "<b> If its not to much trouble, Sir. I'm famished." </b>Deacon was hungry, and if he were to be gaining a new magic skill, he'd have to practice with it, which would only make him more hungry, might as well get the food out of the way while he didn't have to hunt, and attempt what would pass as cooking.<br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="91" data-username="@Wren" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/91/">@Wren</a>