The Draconian of Dicathen

The Professor

The city of Xyrus, grand, busy, and full of untold dilemmas that have yet to be brought into the light.  Footsteps clapped against rustled stone road and that sound was drowned out by the chatter of nearby townsfolk. 

My eyes we're in wonder, the same feeling I had when I first arrived in Xyrus but now that I wasn't focused on getting back to my family I really took my time to take it all in. My mother Alice made casual banter with Tabitha about an upcoming auction event that the Helsteas we're hosting in a few days time. 

This peaked my interest for the simple fact that it would teach me about the kind of magic items existed that people with big names would pay top dollar for. But, it was also an opportunity for me to initiate my plans as well. 

I learned a thing or two while being stuck down in Bedrock Gorge, one of those is just how scummy the underbelly riff raff of this world are, a plague, and a plague I needed to cleanse. Knowing that there are more places like that out there, and that there are people like Alachandraz out there, well, I can't just sit idly by, I needed to prepare.

I found myself lost in thought from the weight of it all until a shout of my name snapped me back into reality. 

"Arthur!"

"Yes? Sorry, was just so overtaken by Xyrus I guess I got lost in thought."

I'd pull an awkward grin while rubbing the back of my head looking at Tabitha who ended up being the one addressing me.

"Oh don't worry yourself dear, I just wanted to ask if you would like to attend the auction as well since the rest of your family has already been invited?"

"Oh! Of course I would aunt Tabitha!"

She returned me a soft smile and before I knew it we turned the corner and before me we're stalls and mom and pop shops as far as the eye can see, if I thought Xyrus was busy before well now it was as if there was a festival going on. But apparently this is just the typical daily grind in the market district in Xyrus. I felt like the infant I was hoisted on my mom's back gazing around at all the products and stalls. 

But despite my best hopes and dreams, I pushed forward keeping myself from getting distracted further, the only reason we we're out here to begin with is because my mother noted how uncanny my hair is from the years I've been gone without anything as a snip of hair from my head. That is discounting the times that Virion would practice sword fighting with me and a few blades of hair would be cut. That's despite the point though. 

We made our way to the salon and now my time of reckoning has beckoned, I was approached by a burly hunk of man towering over me. His face laced with makeup and he gazed at me like a fresh slab of meat. I felt my soul as it attempted to claw its way out of my emptying husk of a body. Despite his demeanor he actually did me up with a jazzy do. 

When finished I left the salon with a sigh of relief and we made our way back home. And what I was met with when I got home was an old lady who was speaking to my father and Vincent. The lady was draped in elegant expensive robing with a tall pointed witch hat.

She turned to me and her eyes widened briefly, probably due to my appearance. Her eyes scanned me up and down before refocusing, she gave off the tone of candid remark. My eyes simply gazed her up and down, though the most interesting aspect about this woman, even more so then her title, we're the familiar Aether nodes that coddled down her back, not a trait I've seen before on anyone else, I couldn't help but let my interest peak. 

"So, this is the young student I've heard so much about from Vincent."   

Vincent adjusted his glasses before wiping them with a cloth.