<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Change Starts At Home</span></div><br/>Merrix's lecture on the mundane applications of magical power was interesting.  It may have looked like boring busy work from one perspective, but making industry work quicker, easier, and with only one magewright opened up the possibilities for a whole city or business working in concert.  If nothing else, Kleris wouldn't have to be stoking a fire, hauling water, and the myriad of other tasks that filled his time when trying to build something.<br/><br/>He'd had some practice enchanting items with magic, but the actual construction was usually either prefabricated, or he had some help from a friend.  This would test his ability to create everything from scratch.  He had been planning on enchanting some sort of headband or diadem, so this would be a good start on that project.  He selected what tools he'd need, some standard jeweler's kit, small hammer, pliers, molds, a small crucible, and some clay.  Reading the cantrip carefully, he was able to set the tools to work melting some gold to eventually form into wires, and a knife went to work cutting and carving a roaring lion's head into the small lump of clay.  By the end of the class, he had a pretty good model to make a mold later, as well as the golden wires that would form the latticed structure.<br/><br/>[Craft 16+9=25, good success 1]<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In a good mood from class, Kleris was abruptly reminded of the reality of "Rachel" upon seeing her moving into his building.  He just stood inside, watchinging as she dismissed her fans.  "Yes, well, I do have some fear about not only releasing a..." he lowered his voice, "a<em>demon</em>, but now having her going to my school and living in my dorm!"  It was hard to keep the indignance up as she nonchalauntly stripped.  Even now, she made his heart skip and quicken and arms want to embrace her.  "Well, the colors are standard for your year, though some add a patch for their major school of study, and most of the girls wear their skirts higher than regulation--but I don't want to discuss this right now!" he interrupted his own helpful exposition.  "So from what I remember, you were trapped in the Abyss or somewhere?  And I freed and called you here?  Obviously I didn't bind you or anything, so all we have going for us is 'good will...'"  What would he do with her, ask her to leave?  Even if she did, she would just make trouble elsewhere, and perhaps with less restriction.  At least here she had to be discreet.  Maybe it would be best to keep an eye on her.<br/><br/>"So is that really why you're here, escaping imprisonment, building power, and going to school?  I can understand the first and third, but the second point is troubling.  And who had you anyway, in Hell?  Some devil captured you or something?  I'm curous about who and what you are, and why you would be an escaped prisoner or refugee.  In any case, its seems you want to stick around, and it's probably better for the rest of the world for now that you do.  So could you not kill or enchant anyone?  Those are both pretty big rules here, they'll expel you for that, or imprison, depending.  And put on some clothes, you're very pretty and distracting..."<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Days 73, 74</span></div><br/>[Craft 4+9=13<br/>Craft 16+9=25, good success 2]<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Day 75</span></div><br/>[Craft 17+9=26, good success 3]<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">An Invitation</span></div><br/>Kleris was curious about what the girls could be giggling about (this time), and was pleased to be trusted enough to be on the "inside" of girl talk.  "I've heard of red-light districts before, yeah.  There was one back in my city, but I was too young to know anything about it..."  A brochure was much more on-the-level than he was expecting, and he read it eagerly.  Food, theater shows, it seemed they had some classy entertainment to go along with the bloodsport, gambling, and prostitution...<br/><br/>"Well thanks for the invitation, it sounds fun!" he giggled along with them and gave them a hug.  He hadn't spent much time with Asma and Elmira, and wanted to spend more time with them.  It seemed they were pretty adventurous, and he could do with some fun adventure rather than deadly peril.  "Lucky Nines sounds good.  I'm not much of a gambler, but games, shows, and food sound good.  And I guess maybe we could look at Savia's for a minute; I've never seen a brothel.  You know, just to see how girls look pretty in Sharn..." he deflected.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Later That Night</span></div><br/>Kleris managed to sleep soundly that night.  When checking on his animated tools, there had been a slight setback when they'd worked without enough direction and didn't make very good progress.  With some more attentive adjustments, he was making excellent headway again, the lion mold being made and creating a nice piece once the gold was poured, set, and polished. Now the tools were just braiding the wires to form a headband and provide a base for the lion to be set.  With his mind at ease on his homework, his dreams were occupied by the potential wonders of Sharn and the shenanigans that three teenage girls could get into in its red light districts.  When Zull left her bed and the room behind, noone else stirred.