Summer 52, 512
Kuvarakh could not fully suppress his excitement. His grin fought its way back to his face again. There was something of a storybook quality about a wizard with a raven. A Kelvic raven! A Kelvic raven wizard! More than a mere familiar. To be out and about, a wizard himself, accompanied by a raven that was, herself, a wizard. It conjured a grand image.
This was not to say he anticipated the master/slave relationship one heard about so frequently involving Kelvics. No indeed! No wizard worth her robe would be a slave to anyone. But the thought of walking halls of learning, conversing with a raven perched upon his shoulder was somehow iconic and picturesque.
He shook himself and pushed the stern, academic look back across his features. Best to get any notions about a "pet raven" out of his head right now. He had done his part, he had sent word to The Wolf's Cave, the local inn which catered to kelvics. He did not care to enter there himself. So many wolf kelvics there, and they did not care for him. Something about the smell of the cadaver about him that set them off.
Name: Alea campbello. Twenty years of age. Black raven Kelvic reimancer. "Reason for Joining?: Loves magic!" It was sublime! he hoped she would respond in the next day or two.