"We got a deal." The shopkeeper grinned, counting out ten gold and putting it to a pouch, counting to ten again and pouching it, repeating this till there's a total of seventy gold. "There we go." He handed the pouch over, smiling. "Bring me anything else you find, I'll give you a fair price." He repeated, and turned back to the box, opening it and blowing inside, cussing as another dust-cloud filled the air, and he coughed even as Marric made his way out.<br/><br/>Reaching the wizard's tower didn't take long, the front door of it seeming to be made of actual, solid iron however. Heavy, but moving on large hinges it opens up inside as Marric nears it. What it opens upto is a bit of a strange sight. The first room within is like an office, with a fine seat before a desk, and a bigger, taller seat behid it. There's pens and pergaments on the desk, and there's a couch against one wall, and there are shelves on the other side, holding several little items from a crystal ball on a small pedestal to an alchemist's mortar and pestle, a small sextant as well as a pile of books without a title on any of them.<br/><br/>As you stand there, the doors at the back of the room open, to show Marric a wall of shadows, nothing shows through it, before a dimly lit shape of a robed figure approaches, and<em>emerges</em>from the dark wall, becoming clear like crossing from underwater to the surface.<br/><br/>Only on its emergence Marric could see the figure's crimson robe actually covered an elvish figure, the face smooth cheeked, and the hair cut very short, but the sweet smile on the lips making it hard to tell if it was a man or a woman.  The robe was tightened at the waist by a belt, but there wasn't much on the chest. Still, the bit of legs that did show was slender and smooth, ending in simple slippers. The elf's hands covered by simple gloves.<br/><br/>"Can I help you? Mentor cannot receive anyone right now, there is a project going on, but can I help?" The elf offered.