Zephyr walked along the path fearing the unknown. This fear drove him onward. The fear in his heart overwhelmed his senses, making them stand at attention. His ears could hear the insects scurrying about the grounds gathering food or doing whatever important task they were charged with completing. The breathing of a rabbit and the scuffling of distant feet were far from oblivious to Zephyr. His eyes, wide with excitement, anticipation. He scanned the buildings around him for signs of a threat. He was on alert. His nose smelled everything scent within a mile of his location. He could almost count the different smells, the various humans and other creatures not far from him. His hands at the ready. His mind rummaging through the myriad of spells at his beck and call.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh what should I cast if this happens?</span>he thought to himself. He ran through many scenarios that could present danger.<br/><br/>He was no fool and fear was his friend. He used it as a tool to improve his senses and hasten a precipitous response. Afterall, Zephryn Stinson stood 4' 11" and would present no apparent threat to any other human. Most people were about a foot taller. A fact, he humbly accepted. He preferred to use his height as an advantage as well. It was surprising the number of people who let their guard down when presented with Zephryn Stinson.<br/><br/>Zephyr's purpose for this trip was as a wizard. He did possess other skills, for which he adorned different trappings. With this calling in mind, he wore his blue silk robe with gold colored trim. The robe cinched in the middle with a gold sash and a few small canvas bags hung from the waist. Since he would be away from home for an extended period, he also carried a leather backpack containing essential items both for survival and for performing his trade. The spectacles over his eyes, appeared as two giant rings with what may appear as the bottoms of glass bottles, very thick. They made his large brown eyes appear even larger than normal, under magnifying glasses. His short wiry black hair, cropped with tight curls over the top of his head. It almost appeared as a hat. A thin black beard traced the outline of his jaw ending at a point at the tip of his chin.<br/><br/>As he came out into the open, he saw the building, his destination at the top of a low sloping hill. One single path lead from the town up to a foreboding front door. The several windows arrayed on either side of the symmetrical facade each were illuminated by flickering candles. They appeared warm and inviting if not for the two guards on either side of the front door. Their presence made Zephyr nervous. He continued forward driven by his quest. As he shortened the distance between himself and the building, the older the structure appeared. It was almost to the point of dilapidation, if not for retaining that old world charm. The building was now almost  warm and inviting. The guards both had crow's feet and gray mustaches. signs of veterans, both in life and in their career choice. Their studded leather jerkins aged and cracked beyond years. Maybe the armor had been handed down by their fathers, long gone. Regardless of their apparent age, these men possessed that rugged physique all men aspire to possess. Their sinews stretched with a tight layer of skin.<br/><br/>Zephyr stepped in front of the guards and spoke loudly, "I am Zephryn Sinson! Also known as Zephyr the unbearable! Thou shall provide me entrance unto this edifice!" Zephyr made this proclamation as a servant announcing guests at a royal grand ball. The two guards exchanged a knowing glance. The one on the right, simply jerked his head toward the doorway as though saying, go right in. The door slowly creaked open of its own volition. Obviously, Zephryn was expected.<br/><br/>"Right," Zephyr muttered. "I'll just let myself in." He walked through the door, ego slowly deflating, which closed behind him. "Commoners," the small wizard spoke under his breath after walking inside. That made him feel better. Other weaker men would have smiled. Zephyr's sour puss, tightened lips remained.