-13th day of Summer, 512 AV-
Marian had grown familar with a roof over his head nearly all times of the day, so the current situation he was in was new to the history seeker. Oh, he had been outside everyday, walking along the streets of the city to and from his apartment and work. But since arriving from Zeltiva, Marian hadn't ventured outside the walls of Syliras. Until this day, that is.
Syna had reached his peak in the sky above the Syliran fields where Marian found himself this day. His only shade came from the black hat atop his head, but that was negated from the heat the hat absorbed. Plus the clothes he wore weren't the most. . . suitable attire for standing in wheat fields. The scarf around his neck made his situation no less bearable, but he would not reveal the embarassing tattoo just for a little comfort, even if he couldn't see any others around him at the moment. Which was fine for Marian; he didn't really want the company of farm workers at the moment.
Curse Dominac for striking his weakness; he unearthed Marian's desire for knowledge. Today should've been like the previous days; he arrived at the shop, did his work, and go home. But the old man peaked his interest when he told him of mages protecting these fields. He mentioned how some of the mages had died. That was interesting, but Marian wasn't truly enthralled until he suggested that the mages had possibly dropped interesting items. At first, it seemed like Dominac was allowing Marian a chance to seek knowledge. But in reality, which Marian realized shortly after arriving to the fields this day, Dominac just wanted someone else to do the searching for him. The man would still sell the items he found in his shop, and his chance at learning was lost. Or maybe he was nice and gave him work to do outside the shop while also possibly finding something interesting. Who could honestly determine that man's motives?
But as Marian moved about, gently moving aside the crops that were growing, he couldn't help but wonder how he would react to any findings. He was no mage, yet there he stood, searching for items that may be magical. What was he suppose to do with them when he found them? Hand them over to another mage just to learn about what it is? It wasn't like some tome in the library; anyone who could read knew what was on that page. And, as Marian thought about it, the same concept came into play with magic. But to strengthen his arguement with himself, he made one simple note.
There were more people who could read than there were mages.
But that was beside the point. Until he actually found something, he could not contemplate his next move with it. So he continued onward, shifting plants aside for the moment or two it took to search the ground, all the while hoping to find something interesting. Anything really to make his trip outside Syliras worthwhile.
Marian had grown familar with a roof over his head nearly all times of the day, so the current situation he was in was new to the history seeker. Oh, he had been outside everyday, walking along the streets of the city to and from his apartment and work. But since arriving from Zeltiva, Marian hadn't ventured outside the walls of Syliras. Until this day, that is.
Syna had reached his peak in the sky above the Syliran fields where Marian found himself this day. His only shade came from the black hat atop his head, but that was negated from the heat the hat absorbed. Plus the clothes he wore weren't the most. . . suitable attire for standing in wheat fields. The scarf around his neck made his situation no less bearable, but he would not reveal the embarassing tattoo just for a little comfort, even if he couldn't see any others around him at the moment. Which was fine for Marian; he didn't really want the company of farm workers at the moment.
Curse Dominac for striking his weakness; he unearthed Marian's desire for knowledge. Today should've been like the previous days; he arrived at the shop, did his work, and go home. But the old man peaked his interest when he told him of mages protecting these fields. He mentioned how some of the mages had died. That was interesting, but Marian wasn't truly enthralled until he suggested that the mages had possibly dropped interesting items. At first, it seemed like Dominac was allowing Marian a chance to seek knowledge. But in reality, which Marian realized shortly after arriving to the fields this day, Dominac just wanted someone else to do the searching for him. The man would still sell the items he found in his shop, and his chance at learning was lost. Or maybe he was nice and gave him work to do outside the shop while also possibly finding something interesting. Who could honestly determine that man's motives?
But as Marian moved about, gently moving aside the crops that were growing, he couldn't help but wonder how he would react to any findings. He was no mage, yet there he stood, searching for items that may be magical. What was he suppose to do with them when he found them? Hand them over to another mage just to learn about what it is? It wasn't like some tome in the library; anyone who could read knew what was on that page. And, as Marian thought about it, the same concept came into play with magic. But to strengthen his arguement with himself, he made one simple note.
There were more people who could read than there were mages.
But that was beside the point. Until he actually found something, he could not contemplate his next move with it. So he continued onward, shifting plants aside for the moment or two it took to search the ground, all the while hoping to find something interesting. Anything really to make his trip outside Syliras worthwhile.
