Up at the crack of dawn! He had a busy day ahead of him. A day he had been, perhaps surprisingly, planning for a little bit now. His things were packed the previous day, and he prepared himself a light meal in the comforts of his own home; really, that just amounts to him reheating the vegetable stew he had last night, and scarfing down as much of it as he could.<br/><br/>Then he was off to his closet to get dressed, and grab his pack and other things. He steps out of his house, and locks it, like usual; hey, he may very well end up coming back, and their's a few personal effects and other things he's leaving behind.  he was surprised that he had not been interrupted this morning, nor was their anyone outside to bother him; had he really been that antisocial? Must have. Or perhaps he was just up before anyone that might give a damn.<br/><br/>Last night, he had left a simple note, outlining why he was leaving, and a terse farewell, in the area that the other spell casters congregated at.<br/><br/>He heads out towards the gates of the fort, a confident, but slightly impish look on his face.