30 Winter 505 Going along outside Syliras, Clyde was once more trying to do some training. Maybe today he would get some solo training done, or maybe it would be one of those rare days when he met another magic user, and got to train with someone else. He had to often change his training spot, because even though it was secluded, if he kept it the same the knights might find him. And even though it was not 'technically' illegal outside the city, it was still frowned upon, and could lead to trouble or imprisonment inside the city. Finally he settled upon a secluded spot, which was not to well traveled. It had a nice soft dirt ground, though not much vegetation growing. Unless you counted the various rocks and boulders as vegetation. Getting down, he slowly drew some basic glyphs in the dirt. He tended to do this almost absentmindedly these days, to practice his art. Taking out some ink and a quill, he drew a focus on the palms of his hands. There was still a bit of ink left from the last time he had put one there, and had removed before heading home. |