The Archmage
Duranin, Archmage of Solaris, sat in his office, awaiting the eventual messenger. He felt the presence of the Burning Man as soon as he entered the city... The door rattled as Gaeten, the master Enchanter in the tower, hammered his fist on it. Duranin sighed "Come in" The door opened, and Gaeten stormed in the room. "Lord Archmage, we have been delivered a child" The archmage let out an exasperated sigh "Gaeten, we receive children all the time" Gaeten stutters "But my lord! It is a babe!"The Archmage raises and eyebrow "A babe you say?" "Aye, nothing older that 10 moons" The archmage taps his fingers on the desk "Bring it here, and make sure it doesn't get damaged to badly" Gaeten moves away slightly "yes my lord, I'll do this now" He bows to the Archmage and exits the room. "Interesting" Bringing his hands together, he scrys on the exiting enchanter as he leaves "very interesting"
Gaeten bolted down the stairs of the tower, trying not to trip over his robes "Send me, the master enchanter to get a bloody baby, stupid Archmage" He continues grumbling for a bit then reaches the bottom, finding the babe wailing and crying it's eyes out "Oh shut it" The boy glared at Gaeten, and a small tail of smoke drifted into the air. Gaeten leaped in shock as he felt the heat of a small fire on his foot. Crying out, he quickly cast a ray of frost on it, making his foot very, very cold.
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