Meanwhile, at the Tower of Wayreth...

10 Gildember 348 AC 

Romulus arrives in a flash of light, having just teleported in from Silvanost. As he approaches the Tower, he is greeted by Menathradon.

"Back so soon? I would have thought that you had enough of this place for awhile," the young elf chuckles as he feeds the fat squirrel on his shoulder a peanut.

The halfling shrugs, "Got to be done. I need to visit the library. How does one acquire a room here? I may be staying for some time."

"I can help with that. I'll take you to the Steward's office to make the arrangements but she will assign you an apprentice to handle your housekeeping and dining needs." The two wizards walk along in silence for a few moments before Menathradon clears his throat, "Is it alright for me to ask what you are researching?"

Romulus pauses, looking over the elf. "I suppose. I am trying to find a way to summon and bind a Time Elemental so I can repair the magical bracers one of my companions wears."

"Really? I...I have heard of such creatures, enough to know that they are supremely dangerous. This is not a task to be undertaken lightly."

"I know, hence the study beforehand," Romulus replies.

"I am well-versed in the contents of the Tower's library
and archives. I have also crafted most of my personal equipment and know my way around the laboratories. I would be honored to assist you if you are interested."

"You know what? Sure. Why not? Plus, it's always good to have another set of eyes working the problem." Romulus smiles. "What's your squirrel's name?"

"I call him 'Flit' but considering how much he eats, I may have to change it to 'Fat' before too much longer." Menathradon laughs a little, amused by his own cleverness. Flit chitters angrily, offended by the humor at his expense.

Romulus chuckles and pats the flank of his snow leopard. "This is Macula. You needn't worry about him. He knows how to mind his manners. But, speaking of eating, maybe we can grab something along the way?"

Menathradon agrees and the four head inside. After a filling lunch of cheeses, smoked meats, and dried fruit, Romulus is given a room and spends the rest of the afternoon getting settled before going to see Justarius, head of the Red Order to fill him in on his plans.

The Red Mage advises caution, of course, and invites the halfling to dine with him that evening, expressing interest in the newest mage of his Order's history as well as his purported connection to the divine. Romulus agrees. 

Later that night, gales of laughter can be heard coming from Justarius' private quaters where the two Red Mages, joined by Par-Salian and Ladonna sit up late into the night, sharing tales of past adventures.

"Surely, you jest!" Par-Salian wheezes as Ladonna pounds on his back to keep him from choking.

"All of the time, I assure you but on my life, every word is true. They were transformed into ponies, each and evey one.. And don't call me Shirley."



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