|-What's the Magic Word- |
A traveling mage has just gotten a letter that he needs to identify a big stack of magic scrolls quickly and return back to his home town with them.
Sanrad told him he'd get some of his students to help identify them quicker.
Taka sometimes felt taken advantage of because of his submissive personality. Until recently, almost everything he had done up until now had been at someone else's whim, be it the monks or some of the other local kids. This time, though, he was actively saying (if only to himself) that he was the one calling the shots. Sure, Sanrad had pointed out the task at hand, but he was the one who decided to do it, and that felt good. Now all that was left was to not totally fail at it.
He took a quick stop at his home to drop of his faithful hound and gear himself up proper. The new stuff he had gotten from the merchant was heavy, but he figured he would have to just grin and bear it. Unfortunately, when he tried to leave, his faithful hound didn't seem to want him to leave alone. It took a bit of coercion to get him to sit still; it seemed Jo was getting too use to all the walks he had been having. Eventually he stayed put, and the boy was free to go find this 'traveling mage' fellow that he had tasked himself to help out.