Chapter 11: Mysteries and Chowder_Millennial Mage

Chapter 11: Mysteries and Chowder

 As it turned out, Lyn had to go in to do some paperwork and thought it would be instructive for T to apany her to the guilds main office.

 Lyn promised coffee, so T agreed.

 In retrospect, that was an early sign that T had failed: Coffee was bing integral.

 As they walked back through the city, Lyn seemed to be mulling over an idea. Finally, she turned to T, as they continued. Would you consider wearing gloves, when around other Mages? We might want to find a way to reduce thecloud around you.

 T nced at the other woman and then briefly down at their feet. The older woman was walking just out of arms reach. Is it that bad?

 Lyn hesitated, then, finally, sighed. Yes.

 T waited for more, but when nothing more was said, her eyebrows rose. OhUmmm Im sorry?

 Lyn smiled. It seemed that honesty would be best.

 Well, thank you. T contemted for just a moment. I dont have any money for gloves- She stopped speaking as Lyns arm extended her way, proffering a set of thin, ck, leather gloves. Youalready bought me a pair.

 I did. Lyn smiled apologetically. I wasnt quite sure how to approach you about it As T took the gloves, and began putting them on, Lyn continued. They are treated and sealed inside and out, so they shouldnt be able to pick up any iron, but Ill leave that to you to verify.

 IThank you. This is a kind gift. If she was being honest, it hurt a bit that something about her offended her friend so much that shed preemptively sought ways to hide it. T took a deep breath and let it out. Im being touchy. She is looking out for me, as well as how I am, and will be, perceived by other Mages.

 Did she care what other Mages thought?

 If Ashins reaction to her was indicative of how non-Mages would view her, she likely couldnt have many friends if she drove all Mages away. T finally nodded, as they continued their trek through the city. Truly, thank you.

 Lyn seemed to rx. With those, we only need to find a way of dealing with youck of aura.

 T frowned. What?

 In my mage-sight, you basically dont exist There was a long pause, during which Lyn began to frown. No thats not right. You are like a human shaped mirror to my mage-sight, walking around. After a moment, she nodded. The result cant really be described any other way. In some situations, you are virtually invisible. In others, you stand out like a human-shaped oddity. Her eyes flicked to Ts face, then away. Except your eyes. She shivered slightly. Honestly, thebination is a bit

 T quirked a smile, remembering her own view in Lyns washroom mirror. Terrifying?

 Lynughed. Just a bit. And even without my mage-sight, you feel a bit strange, like a piece of paper, lightly brushing across my skin. Id guess it is something with the iron reflecting my own power back my way. She shrugged. But really, Ive no idea.

 T didnt really have a response. She remembered her ssmates awkwardness and hesitancy around her. Were they just feeling a weaker version of what Lyn is? What would that do to the already socially hesitant, Mages-to-be? Her years of near istion took on a new cast. Did I do that all to myself? She felt a deep seed of sadness and loneliness blossom within her. No, dont focus on that. I have a task toplete.

 T remained silent on their trek back toward the Caravanners Guildhall, even while Lyn pointed out interesting shops, restaurants, and features of the city.

 That shop sells the best hats.

 This Gate is named after

 The spinach soup, there, is to die for!

 Finally, astment brought her from her silence. Indicating a door tucked back, between the two neighboring buildings, Lyn said, He buys and sells artifacts and arcane goods.

 Ts head snapped up, and she noticed the look of smug satisfaction on Lyns lips.

 I thought that might interest you.

 T took a step towards the door. Artifacts, magical items that have no visible inscribings and only need power, every so often, to continue functioning. Shed never seen one, and had only heard of them through hearsay, so shed no idea if that was actually true, but it was enticing. What would it be like to not require metal to keep items functional? I need to study some.

 Lyn stopped her. You cane backterwhen you have money to buy something.

 T groaned. Rightfundless. Fine. How much should I have?

 If you want a trinket, something that works simrly to an empowered item? Ten to fifty ounces, gold. An item of real power, though? Her smile turned wicked. You should have a soul or two to trade.

 Tughed, but trailed off when Lyn didnt join in. You arent seriousright?

 Lyn shrugged. Ive never heard of someone buying one of the truly rare ones, and every Mage Ive known to sell one retired shortly after.

 T swallowed. Sonot cheap. She wasnt sure what shed expected, but she still felt disappointed. Maybe Hed let me study them?

 Lynughed, then, and turned to keep walking. He keeps arge book, which describes the items for customers to peruse. The items, themselves, are kept under tight security somewhere in the city. To be clear, the book describes the trinkets. He keeps knowledge of the truly powerful ones in his own head, supposedly.

 Somewhere? T fell in beside her friend.

 I certainly dont know where, and while many have fun guessing, I dont know of anyone who actually knows. Her eyes were twinkling. I do know of several very skilled trackers, Mages all, who worked together to tail him after several sales. ording to them, he never left the shop.

 T rolled her eyes. He obviously has some artifact teleportation item, or an expanded space.

 Lyn cocked an eyebrow. Of course! How could we all be so foolish as to not consider the obvious.

 T sighed. Fine. So, he never leaves, and the items just what? Disappear?

 Thats the mystery.

 T turned back, allowing her eyes to rest on the shop front and focusing on it more intently. It was still an odd, new experience, but she thought she was allowing her mage-sight to sweep through the store. She certainly got a good look at the inside of the buildings on either side, both family homes, both empty for the day. The view was mainly just the impression of the various types of magical connections present in mundane objects, but it was enough to get a general idea. Even so, she couldnt see anything beyond the front of the building she was interested in, and that lookedstrange but also strangely familiar.

 T blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision of the odd effects associated with the building. She made an incoherent sound of distaste and wiped at her eyes absently. Mleh what is that?

 Lyn sighed. Too bad. Id hoped your sight could prate it. He has iron tes up on the inside of his walls.

 T red. You could have warned me.

 Thats what it feels like to look at you. Or to stand near you, for that matter. Consider it educational. A small smile was tugging at the older womans lips.

 Ive seen myself, thank you.

 Ahh, then a reinforcement of the notion?

 Youre

 So helpful? Lyn offered.

 Yes. T nodded, adding in a monotone. So, so very helpful.

 I aim to be of assistance.

 The silence broken, the two chatted amiably for the rest of the walk to the guildhall.

 When they arrived, Lyn led T through a chorus of greetings, almost universally directed at Lyn. Lyn introduced T in passing, but no one stuck in the younger Mages mind.

 Together, they passed through arge set of beautifully crafted doors, into a lushly appointed side-room. Her mage-sight immediately overwhelmed her with information, as it apprised her that every single upant, excepting the asional tray-bearing server, was a Mage. There were at least thirty people that she could see. The influx caused her eyes to go out of focus for a moment, and her bnce to be unsteady for an instant, before it passed.

 Even so, she found that she could easily recall the auras surrounding each, if she wished to. She did not.

 The sounds of cooking and the clink of tes and cutlery came from an adjoining space, and the low buzz of conversation restedfortably throughout the room.

 A restaurant?

 This, T, is the Guilds Mage Lounge. You cant afford the food right now, and Id rmend against it, even if you have the money. She leaned in and faked a whisper. They charge much more than they should.

 An upant of a nearby tableughed at thement, which he was obviously meant to have heard. The prices are high, but thepany is second to none. The young man, perhaps around Lyns age, stood and walked over to them. Did I hear right? Your name is T? He offered a hand.

 T took it hesitantly. Yes, and you are?

 But he was looking down at her hand. Gloves? What an interesting fashion choice. And no robes? He nced to Lyn. Is your friend trying to shame us all into purchasing better wardrobes? He turned back to T smiling with evident humor. Im entranced, but you can call me Cran. He shook her hand once more, firmly but not in a I want to prove how strong I am sort of way, and released her.

 Master Cran, then. Nice to meet youI suppose?

 Lyn grinned. Master Cran, you really shouldnt overwhelm the poor dear. Shes new to Lyn hesitated, then sighed. I was going to say, Mage society but that makes us sound like the sort of club, which honestly wed avoid.

 His smile, somehow, seemed to widen. New, eh? A mageling, then? He nced between the two women. Mistress Lyn? Have you finally taken on a mageling? I thought youd sworn off the idea.

 Lyn shook her head. No, not a mageling She nced to T. She can tell her own story, if she wants to, but she isnt used to all of this.

 Cran turned to regard T, looking truly excited. No You arent an ound Mage, are you?

 Lyn groaned, cing a hand over her face.

 T frowned. An ound Mage?

 Lyn sighed. Master Cran has a pet theory that there are human Mages beyond the cities. He guesses that theyd have to be much more powerful, and use different methods, to cope with the greater amounts of Magic and the more powerful entities out there.

 Its not my theory, Mistress Lyn. Many Mages believe some variation on the same. He gave T a conspiratorial smile and shifted into a half-whisper. It doesnt help that so many of our most gifted associates seem to vanish for long stints, then refuse to tell us where theyve been.

 They arent going outside, Cran.

 You dont know that.

 Lyn sighed, but T shook her head and interjected. No. Im from the cities. I even trained at the Academy.

 Cran looked vaguely disappointed but recovered. After a pause, his smile shifted to one of friendly interest. May I look?

 T frowned. what?

 Lyn leaned over to whisper, truly this time, though T thought Cran might still be able to hear. Hes asking to use his mage-sight on you. It is usually rude to gaze upon another Mage without permission. Yet another way that Mistress Hollys decisions wereunusual.

 Cran seemed to misunderstand the whispering. You can look at me as well, of course.

 Oh, he couldnt hear. Now that she thought about it, Lyn had spoken so quietly, she might not have even known the woman was speaking, before Hollys work on her inscriptions. She adapted incredibly fast to what I can perceive She might have to ask about that.

 In the meantime, however, Cran was looking expectant.

 Oh! Of course, but I think you might She trailed off as she saw the inscribingscing around his eyes ripple with power.

 Cran frowned, staring down at her feet. Huh Is it working or- He had swept his gaze upward and his words cut off abruptly as his eyes met hers. He seemed to visibly restrain himself for an instant, his hands twitching so subtly that T knew she would not have noticed it even a few days earlier. OhI dont quite understand but He leaned forward, seemingly despite himself. Well, chrome my ba-

 Lyn cut him off. Cran! Language.

 He cleared his throat, his eyes flicking to her briefly. My apologies, Mistress Lyn. Mistress T, what His gaze swept across their surroundings, seeming to note a few curious stares. He lowered his voice and continued. What are you?

 T quirked a smile. Very hungry. Are you buying? She nced to Lyn. You promised me coffee, and dont you have work to do?

 Cran opened his mouth, then closed it, before his smile returned in full force, bringing with in a softugh. I suppose I should buy you dinner before- His eyes ticked to Lyn again before he sighed. You arent much fun sometimes, Mistress Lyn.

 I didnt say anything.

 But you were thinking it. He gestured for them to follow him back towards his table.

 Lyn waved down a server and ordered coffee for T, paying as she did so. As Mistress T so kindly pointed out, I have work to be about. She gave Cran a t stare. You treat her well, yes? If possible, try to introduce her to those leaving with her in a few days. She handed over a card.

 Cran took it and nodded. I will. Mistress T?

 T gave Lyn a small wave in goodbye, then turned and followed him. The table wasrge enough for four, and with enough chairs, though hed been sitting there alone.

 The book resting on it immediately gave T the impression that he was seeking solitude, simply enjoying a quiet evening. She frowned slightly, as she sat down. Solitude in the table closest to the entrance? A front then? Or a show. He wanted to see everyone who came and went but wasnt interested in having anyone join him. Until us.

 It was also possible that it had been the only avable table when hed arrived, and she was just overthinking things. That would be typical.

 Crans voice cut across her thoughts, as he held out a menu towards her. What will you have?

 T took the menu and nced at the prices. Lyn had not been exaggerating. I cant order anything from here! She felt mortified.

 He just smiled. Tell you what: Order any one meal and repay me with all your darkest secrets.

 T gave him a t look.

 Fine, fine. Tell me your quadrant, if that even applies, and we can go from there?

 She smiled widely. Deal.

 T ordered a sweet-potato and yam chowder served in a wheat-sourdough, bread bowl.

 She did not think about how much it cost. Three silver, and the coffee Lyn ordered for me was twenty copper! She most certainly did not feel guilty at the expense.

 As the server departed, T flicked back through her memory to what her mage-sight had shown of Cran when shed first entered.

 Immaterial Creator, specializing in kic energy. He has a series of gold powered, silver activated, spell-forms designed to drive any iing threat away. Her analysis hadnt been detailed enough to determine exactly how it detected iing attacks, nor exactly how the magic would respond, but if Cran was true to his word, she could look more closely, if she wanted.

 In addition, he had several concentrations of earth energy scattered throughout his body. If she had to guess, shed say they were now-healed breaks to his bones, but it would have been just a guess. Am I seeing earth because it is, or is that simply the closest thing I can recognize? She would not be surprised if bones had a magic all their own, somehow.

 By his spell-lines, his mage-sight was very basic, in that it would likely just highlight sources of power around him, likely color coding for the type of power. It didnt seem nearly detailed enough to provide any analysis.

 How is mine doing that? I havent studied spell-lines as an inscriber, but the knowledge of what spell-lines do seems ready at hand Another Holly addition most likely.

 Cran cleared his throat. So do we need to wait for the food to arrive or?

 Hmmm? Oh! I apologize, my mind was elsewhere.

 I could see that. But he smiled, removing some of the sting from the rejoinder.

 To answer your question: I am of the Immaterial Guide quadrant.

 He nodded. I thought your lines had a familiar feel to them. He squinted, even though there was plenty of light. Though, the tone of your skin makes it difficult to see them very clearly Why do you have a gray cast? And why cant my mage-sight see you properly? He lightly rubbed at his arms for a moment before pausing and ncing down. He looked back up, eyes narrowing. This feeling is you, too, right?

 How many dinners are you nning on buying me? She smiled mischievously, trying to hide her own nervousness.

 He smiled in return. At least confirm that I am right, even if not the method?

 After a moments hesitation, she realized that answering was a triviality. He would know when she left that she was the source of the feeling. She gave a tentative nod. I am the source of what youre feeling, if I understand you correctly. After a moment, she felt concern paint her features in a sort of frown. Is it terrible? I can leave

 He shook his head, his smile growing. Honestly, it isnt. It feels almost like a light pressure against me. He let out a low chuckle. Sort of like having a nket thrown over me on the side facing you.

 Thatdoesnt sound too bad. Pressure? Is that because his magics tend towards kic energy? Was every Mage around her feeling something unique to their own emphasis? Probably only those within a pace or two.

 It isnt. He smiled again. Now, you leave in a few days. Where are you going?

 T opened her mouth to answer and found that she didnt know; she closed it again. She frowned.

 Oh,e now. Im not paying for information like that. He teased.

 She quirked a smile. Id not ask you to, but I actually dont know. I didnt ask.

 You didnt He seemed stunned.

 I needed to leave and return on a tight, specific timeline, and Lyn found the best set of routes for that aim.

 Cran nodded, seeming somewhat mollified. I see. A bit odd, but to each their own, I suppose. How long will you be gone?

 Again, she was stumped. Even so, she did have a semnce of an answer. Just a couple weeks.

 A couple weeks to get there and back, eh? With a tight turnaround in the middle... He seemed to be contemting. Youre likely going to either Alefast or Marliweather.

 T stiffened, slightly. I hope its Alefast.

 Oh? Dont like Marliweather?

 She shrugged. I know some people there

 Might be nice to visit them, then? Hed cocked his head just slightly, clearly puzzled.

 I dont know, yet. She took a deep breath and let it out, pulling a smile back in ce. What do you know of those cities?

 His puzzlement was reced with a knowing smile. Well! Ive got to tell you, Ive been to both, and neither hold a shine to here. He nodded. Bandfast is the ce to be. He hesitated, before adding. Though, Alefast is worth a visit, if a short one. Waning cities are always fascinating.

 Well, Im d Ill be back so quickly, then. Ive never been to a waning city. She almostughed at herself. Ive never been anywhere, really.

 He shook a finger her way. But I know your type. The Guild will have you running hither and yon, and youll soon have no time for your old friend, Cran.

 She cocked an eyebrow, allowing a small smile. Old friend? She looked around. I believe weve just met. The server returned then, with her coffee. She thanked the man, and he bowed slightly before leaving.

 Yes! And with a habit like that. He pointed at her coffee. Youll need many friends, deep pockets, or both. He winked.

 Sheughed. True enough. She took a careful sip of her new dark necessity and exhaled in contentment. So, old friend, do you intend to tell me about my possible destinations?

 He did, in fact, have many stories about his times in each city, and she soon had a bevy of rmendations should she find herself in either ce. There were also several warnings among the good news: a leather worker whose products never held up to rain, somehow; a tailor whos stitching was never quite right, and even though the clothes fit, they pulled and pinched in ways that shouldnt be possible; and many more. Most were about Marliweather, in truth, as hed only been to Alefast once, and that had been years earlier.

 Ts food came, and she ate while listening, as each rmendation or warning came with a tale, some short and some long. She was easily able to hear conversations at the surrounding tables, and while she processed them, seeking any mention of her, or anything else of interest, she didnt actually listen closely. I suppose I can rememberter, if I so desire. She doubted she would.

 All told, T found herself whisked through the morning and into early afternoon, in a rather pleasant fashion. The cadence changed, however, when Crans eyes flicked to the door, and he abruptly stopped his current tale. Oi! Renix, Master Trent, get over here!

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Chapter 11: Mysteries and Chowder