The mage guilds of Cyrodiil are places where losers who are not at all physically fit or lacking in other skills congregate. The most persistent and gifted go to the University of Arcane, and thanks to recommendations from all over the province, the...
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(Father Elfried puts the supplies in their places.)
Baragon had been preparing all morning for the realization of his grand plan. All important steps came to him at night, so he had no doubt his plan would work. While Elfrid slept, her old father had returned with provisions from Cheydenhall, so Baragon had taken refuge in the back of the tavern, working on a cart to avoid suspicion. The old man would still be behind the counter all day, and in his spare time he would sleep, regaining his strength for the journey. How thoughtful of him not to wake his daughter in the morning and put her to work. Baragon grabbed his hammer and began to fasten the planks, making shelves inside the square cart to hold or hide a couple of potions and spell scrolls.
- Knock, knock, knock--
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There was the sound of a hammer, you can feel the fervor of a real craftsman, I have never had to wield a hammer, perhaps it is important to concentrate on the process itself without unnecessary thoughts... So... Not much more... Here it is... And....
- Ouch! That hurts! -
Baragon accidentally stubbed his toe as he began to praise himself in thought. The finger was swollen, red and throbbing. At that moment, Elfrid crept up behind him.
- Boo! Boo! -
The girl's fingers began counting Baragon's ribs like a musical instrument. He, in turn, squealed like a girl, jumping up on the spot.
- Elfrid! Oblivion is not on you! You can't scare me like that! Can't you see that the man is working?
Baragon was frustrated surprised and puzzled at the same time. Clutching the red, swollen finger the mage peered at it up close at his face blowing on the redness. While waiting for the pain to subside there was the crunch of a fresh apple. Elfrid decided to eat breakfast while watching the wizard's agony, but then added.
-Have you thought about working as a wizard? Maybe you should use magic? -
Baragon went back to work answering the claim with a grin on his face.
