A man stands at the inn and hands out flyers

[Crashlander04]

Ronguor sits on the riverside of Kimera, looking out on the start of a beautiful wall he has been working on. 'This will do nicely for the look of the complex', the subtle thought passes through his mind. The wood matches the old Alchemist's Guild centre perfectly.

Looking over his shoulder, he sees Staelon upstairs in his home, through a large window, brewing away like always. 'Ah, a fine, dedicated man, he shall make a good Archmage.. it's only a shame he has nothing else..'

.. Hours later..

Hauling an old enchantment table across the valley paths, Ronguor is forced to stop and take a break. 'Felakgundu better appreciate this.. I'm far too old for this sort of work..', he grunts as he continues to drag the slab of obsidian over the dirt.