In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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Fell was walking around the streets of Aries Garse during midday. In his travels around the forsaken region he had learned that this town was definitely one of the nicest in the areas, and unlike the other towns he wasn't as worried walking through the streets of the town. This by no means meant he let his guard down, he wandered around always sensing magic around him, there was rarely ever any sort of disturbance he felt but naturally he was being cautious in the area just like he would anywhere in the region. He made his way into a local pub in the city, and walked up to the wooden stools and plopped down. He looked around, the Pub was a simple building. Built out of a nice wood that had been repaired due to so many bar fights as well as the arguments that occurred over the many gambling games in the back and corners of the establishment.
If one looked around they would see many, many games going on. From cards to dice there were many ways to gamble in the city, and this pub was no exception to that. Fell himself had not much experience gambling, it seemed more like a trick than anything and Fell didn't idealize himself as one to waste away his life on a game of luck and tricks. At the same time though looking around, Fell realized how much he stood out. A slender boy in a room full of big bodies that would be much more intimidating to the normal individual then Fell ever would be. Of course the boy was smart enough not to wear his Knight’s cloak as it would only drag on more attention than he ever would need.
Turning back Fell barked out for their best non-alcoholic drink and then went to minding his own business. The order got stares from many gentlemen around the bar who looked at him like some sort of weirdo, who comes to a bar and doesn't drink after all. But in reality Fell wasn't much of a drinker, and he was here to learn, something hard to do if you became intoxicated. For now Fell simply sat and drank watching the crowds around, the games and taking in all the information he could process. There was a lot of mana floating around, most seemed weak enough, but there was one signature that felt different than the others, much closer to his own level.
Silence. Mimir was use to it by now, but the bar he sat was far from that. All around men were drunk, gambling, and hitting on the few women who had wandered in the bar. It was safe to say he was in his natural habitat. A man of his stature loved all of the things associated with your local taverns. However, it didn't feel the same to him because he wasn't enjoying the delicacies with his fellow brother in arms. If he remembered correctly, he had been in the Clover Kingdom for nearly a year. Almost a full twelve months separated from his family and friends back in his home country. Everyday he wondered "What if I didn't join the crew that day? That single thought ran through his head a million times. It was true, he couldn't change any of the events that happened in the past, but he wished he could.
He would come to raise his right hand, placing it behind his head as he leaned against the wall. Mimir's eyes traveled once again around the bar as yet another person found their way in. The night was slowly fading away into a new day and he was just getting cranked up. The golden haired individual sat in the back of the bar. He was on the left side, facing the doorway and watching all events that happened around him. There were no blind spots in his vision and he liked it that way. After all he was still in the Forsaken Region. Just because the local pub was full of drunk people didn't mean your average lurkers weren't about.
Even he could tell civilian from bandit, bandit from rogue, and rogue from magic knight. Though, at the moment he could care less who of what stature was in the bar. It was his night off from his usual activities. He didn't feel like getting into a fight, nor did he feel like dealing with annoying drunks. So, he stayed in his corner and simply watched events unfold before his eyes. While his eyes wondered around the bar, the voice of the man who had entered minutes before would overtake the establishment. For a moment there would be silence, then it would be replaced by a howling laughter. Even Mimir's would shape into a small grin. Of course no sound escaped from his pink lips. Gripping the wine glass on the table, he would bring it to his mouth and take a sip. Hiding the grin from view, his golden chains dancing and making noise along with his movements.
A drop of the red wine would fall onto his shirt. It reminded him of blood and he knew that the stain was going to be hard to remove. "Dammit, why'd I wear a white shirt today." muttered the man. He would easily get annoyed by the stain, but he would take his mind off of it. His eyes would travel from the stain and up to the face of the man sitting at the bar. Like he said, his eyes could view the whole bar if he chose to do so. Looking at the raven-haired man wouldn't be hard. As a matter of fact, the man was facing him. It would just take an action for him to look in his direction. Once again Mimir would take another sip from the wine glass and say "So, what's your story? Coming in here and ordering some juice like a kid is weird. It's nearly one AM and you come out for a late night drink consisting of... What is that? Orange juice?" Mimir's deep voice would echo across the bar. Of course he had no intention of this happening, but along with the other men, he was quite tipsy. His mouth would come to form into a smirk while he heard the men in the bar howl in laughter.
Fell cared little about the immediate reaction of the bar, in the end he never really cared what people thought of him as long as it wasn't them being mean and rude directly to his face. Laughter though, didn't phase him. To Fell it was him who was laughing on the inside anyway, a bunch of drunk no lifes who never would make it anywhere in life was rather sad. But in the end they had their own skill set, and Fell wanted to learn it all. He waited until the laughter died down, and the crowd began to resume their normal activities. It didn't take long for another voice to speak up though.
The reaction once again phased the boy very little, he could care less what the man thought of him. Though the man was rather funny to think this bar actually had orange juice, in the end all that the boy had was water, nothing special. And to be honest Fell had never even had orange juice before, something about the sound of an orange as a drink just wasn't appealing. But Fell pretty much exclusively drank water and tea whenever he cared to choose.
The man caught Fell’s eye though, the boy quickly realized it was who was giving off the larger amount of mana. Though they were on the opposite sides of the bar Fells sense for mana was larger than that of the average knight, especially one of his rank. This guy was giving off mana that was rivaled his own, no he had more. The man could be dangerous if he was set off, so Fell definitely didn't make any plans to anger the man. But a drunk guy, in a bar like this and not wearing any sort of sign as a knight, yet holding that mana. It was a little worrying, though Fell didn't feel scared or intimidated by any means. While the man had maybe more power not only was he drunk, but he also compared little to people like the captains he had seen at the exam.
Fell was curious, curiosity kills the fox they say. The bar went back to its normal high volume of screaming over games and spilt beer realizing the boy wasn't going to be of any humor to them. Seeing eyes peer away this is where the boy let his curiosity carry him, and he wandered over to the man. Tall and slender, but well built the man was probably a fighter too. And he was wearing some nice necklace so he most likely had money, what this man was doing in the bar was a burning question. He just didn't fit it in.
“My story is rather boring, but you have strength in your soul. What's your story?” Fell made sure to shrink his own mana signature as much as possible, while many people already sucked at sensing magic without the capabilities to do so. Maybe he could find something in this man.
Mimir watched with curiosity as the man left his seat and moved towards him. Sure, he was a little tipsy, but he was a viking born and bred. A little drinking wasn't going to knock him away from his senses. Hell, he fought a couple of wars as drunk as the people in the bar right now. Another smirk would soon come to appear on his face. The fingers that held the glass moved a little. A shiver would be sent from the tip of his fingers, to the top of his spine, and down his back. At the moment he was itching for the man to make a wrong move. He had came into the bar in hopes of relieving some stress. It seemed like there was always a person out to get him.
His smirk would soon turn to a smile as the man would begin to talk. A dense veil of mana would soon be released from Mimir's body, hoping to at least gauge the power of the man before him. Of course the man was doing his best to try to lower his mana signature, but Mimir was a man who dwelt in the art of sensing others. It was hard, but he was able to get a gauge on the man's full potential within a few seconds after he was done speaking. The mana that radiated from his body was nearly stronger than every person in the room besides himself. Mimir's smile would soon grow bigger, his lips parting causing a laugh to be released from his mouth. "Hahaha! You come up to me talking about I have strength in my soul and wanting to know my story. Who the hell are you long-face? Don't you think it is rude to approach a man while he's drinking a drink. Some would say what you're doing could end bad for you." laughed Mimir, his voice once again taking over the bar.
The bar would grow silent, however this time not anyone dared to laugh. Mimir was on his side of town, so he didn't have to worry about masking his mana. It was best he let his mana leak out in hopes of making stragglers run from him. All over the city bandits were lurking in the shadows, ready to rob anyone caught slipping. His mana alone allowed him to roam the streets of the city in safety. As he spoke, the glass that he held in his hand would come to make its way to the table's top. The man who spoke to him both annoyed him and intrigued him. Why was he wondering around trying to mask his mana and why in the hell did he attempt to pick away at his mind? Mimir did his best to hold onto another burst of laughter. The left hand that had sat the cup down would go to reach for his mouth. His palm covered his lips, shielding the sound that attempted to leave his throat from the outside world.
If anyone saw his face they would see a man who was nearly drunk and couldn't contain his laughter, but his eyes told a different story. His eyes studied the man in front of him up and down. Looking for any weakness or strength. Who was he? Could he be a threat? If not, why did he approach Mimir so quickly? He hadn't been in the bar a whole five minutes and already left his drink to stand in the face of another. The distance between the two was a mere ten feet. The table Mimir sat at took up nearly half of that distance and the rest was the area between the man and the table itself. If the man dared to take action against Mimir the viking was sure he could defend himself. From anyone reading this post it would seem like these events carried on for several minutes, but Mimir's reply of laughter to the man came only seconds after and the words he spoke next would come a full minute after.
"Let's cut to the chase. I can feel you trying to hide your true power. Tell me why are you attempting to do that? Who exactly are you and why did you find the need to approach me in this lovely bar after being in here only about five or so minutes?" announced Mimir. His hand was still covering his mouth, but he had loosened his grip a bit. Laughter could still come out at any minute and he didn't want that to happen right now.
Fell wasn't all that surprised the man called his bullshit on his mana. While many people couldn't sense mana well enough it wasn't a shocker this intriguing individual could based on the way he held himself. Fell didn't have a lot of experience carrying himself around people like this, he wasn't used to dealing with the forsaken region type. Most of the time the boi just kept to himself wandering the streets, sensing mana and making sure he was aware constantly and never would be attacked. Up to this point there was no one who had attacked him, but this man was surely capable. After all not only did he call his bluff in a sense but he had also threatened him, this man was easily not someone unused to fighting. But he also clearly was no knight by his mannerisms, but surely he was not a normal civilian either. He definitely had an interesting story, and whether he wanted to share it or not only made Fell more excited to hear it.
The air about the man was not only noticed by Fell though, the bars patrons had taken notice of the man. It was odd, the man was not intimidating as far as stature wise. He was not incredibly big and muscular, and for the people around to be intimidated was something weird. It was unlikely any in the bar other than Fell and the man could actually sense any sort of mana, so they definitely didn't see anything there. Maybe it was just how he carried himself, even the drunks could tell he was someone they didn't want to mess with. Fell of course was the opposite. Whereas this man was very ready to fight if he wanted or needed to, Fell was ready only to defend himself. In this case it more meant leaving than actually fighting. Fell wandered what the man thought of him. Two things however were obvious, he thought of him as a boy. Though the man in front of him was unlikely to be much older if at all, and clearly was far less mature in his attitude. Second however, he now knew that while Fell wasn't as strong as him, and most likely wouldn't win a straight up fight, he wasn't like the others around the bar.
Giving away that he knew Fell was hiding his mana gave up information on the man, clearly able to sense magic he could perform similar magic to Fell himself, they traded knowledge there. But he also gave away that he isn't as brash and barbarian as he sounded, he acted differently when he noticed. He covered his mouth, hiding whatever expression was taking place underneath and making sure to not give anything away. If there was one thing clear about this guy it's that he wasn't a child, he knew what he was doing. And for someone as old as Fell, that was worrying, but intriguing. Fell ignored responding to the first comment by the man and instead addressed only the second.
“I wanted information, to know your capabilities. We both know now that while those men laugh at us I can take them out fairly easily. We also both know you have more mana than I do. And I know that you are most likely not only more experienced in battle than I am. But also could probably kill me a lot easier than I could you. Though I have no intention of doing that. I'm a boy who left his home, traveling the kingdom. I like to learn things, most of these things come from people and you are one of the most intriguing people I have met. I don't want to fight, I want to talk. I could have assumed you had an interesting story before I came and ask, after all this though I know. I am only curious about learning about the world, magic, and the rest. You don't seem much older than I, it only makes me more curious of what you have been through. What do you say I buy you a drink and we talk a little?” The boy spoke quietly enough that no one else would hear him, and only did he make any movement that could call attention when he waved to the bartender to bring the guy across from him two refills on what he was drinking. Fell turning back from his hand motions to the bartender held his hand out. “My names Fell”. Ready to give a firm shake to the man if he felt like it.
Mimir would listen to the man's words, not caring too much about what he was spurting from his mouth. You could tell what a person's true intentions were by studying their body. And as his eyes traveled up and down the man's physique, he couldn't see any signs of hostility. This would allow Mimir to calm down a little, but he was still a man who displayed caution. Removing his hand from his mouth, he would wave it towards a chair. Motioning for the man to bring the chair in front of the table himself sat at. As he did this, the man would order another round of drinks. Most would automatically turn happy with another round of drinks, but Mimir wasn't most people. Once he felt uneasy in a situation his whole mood changed. So, when the man who introduced himself as Fell extended his arm over the table for a handshake, Mimir would say "I'd rather not. Just because you're buying drinks doesn't mean I'm gonna shake the feeling that you're hiding something, Mr. Goody Two Shoes." Another laugh would almost escape from his mouth, but this time he was able to control it.
Ignoring the man's hand, Mimir would once again come to grab the wine glass that was freshly refilled on the table. Bringing it to his lips, the exact same motion would commence from before. His right hand held his head against the wall like a pillow and his left maneuvered in a way that allowed him to drink from the wine glass. Truth be told, the man Fell was quite weird. Mimir hadn't met many people in the Clover Kingdom that traveled the lands, wanting to know about others abilities. He was actually quite surprised that the man thought he was going to give any of his secrets away. What did he look like? A simp? After allowing a gulp of wine to travel down his throat, Mimir would say "I don't know what's your deal Fell, but you approached me first. Why should I tell you all about myself when I only know your name. Don't you think that's quite rude. So, tell me about yourself. What are your abilities? Where exactly are you from? And what are you trying to hide from me and everyone else in this town?" Mimir's words were pretty straightforward. He wasn't going to give any details about his life if Fell didn't spit facts first. Hell, who knew, maybe when Mimir did speak nothing but lies would come from his mouth.
"By the way, I'm Gold." said Mimir, giving away his false name.
Fell could tell the man loosened up, even if just slightly he was not as tight as he had been when this all became. It was clear he was still being wary of Fell, after all he denied the shaking of hands but he was seemingly much less hostile now than he was before Fells little speech. This was enough for Fell, the boy wasn't used to being in these sort of mind warfare as he often liked to just keep things relaxed and quiet. It was new, but invigorating. Fell grabbed the chair motioned to by the man before sitting down and watching the man who named himself Gold drink some of the recently acquired alcohol. Fell was unsure of the name Gold, seeing how weird of a name it was. But at the same time he had also recently met a girl whose name was Rat so in the end who knew. It mattered little in the grand scheme of things. Fell had grown rather uncomfortable with the constant looking up and down of him by Gold, but he also understood the need to dissect over and over until you felt you knew everything.
In the end though the words spoken by the man were rather interesting. Outside of the mana trick Fell wasn't really hiding anything, outside of the fact he was a magic knight there was nothing being hidden. Though maybe that was exactly something someone like Gold would be worried about. Fell saw it as something that should matter very little but also knew many people didn't see it that way at all and would bounce at the opportunity to mess with a knight, especially one who still was yet to reach adulthood even.
“The only trick I have played so far is minimizing my mana. Outside of that I am far too boring to have anything to hide.” The boy stopped and took a drink of his water, something he had barely touched since actually being given it considering the events that had taken place. He was hoping his past as uninteresting as it was would help smooth out the conversation. “I am from a village that no longer exists, It resided on the border between the Clover Kingdom and the Diamond Kingdom. When I was young the village was raided during the wars and my family was murdered and the village wiped out. I was found days later. I grew up in another small village closer to the capital but still in the common region by a woman who couldnt bear children of her own. Since then I grew up rather sheltered and only wanting to learn in order to one day gain revenge on the people of the diamond kingdom in the hopes a war ever breaks out again in my lifetime.” Fell paused again, taking a sip of the water at his hands. He had no problems telling the man what he wanted to know, it was rather lackluster in his own eyes, but this man could be valuable, not only for information but even as an acquaintance or friend even.
“As far as abilities go, I can manipulate shadows. I always assumed it was because I watched the shadow of my family get slaughtered and it stuck with me. Fate or something along those lines. That and I can sense and hide mana as you can already guess. Once I grew up a little bit I decided to leave my home and travel around, learning about magic and the world. My life was rather sheltered as I mentioned so I think it's just kinda my nature now to want to know everything.” Fell was sure the man would grow bored of his words in the end, and felt he may have dragged on. But Fell was simply trying to give the man what he asked for, he wanted information and Fell gave him just that.
“Was that at all satisfying?” The boy asked, hoping for something in return but barely expecting it.
As Fell spoke, Mimir did his best to listen, but he never asked for a life story. He just wanted to know the simple things. Overall, Fell did get his point across, so he couldn't be too much annoyed by him for that. A single yawn would escape from Mimir's mouth as the night had finally passed onto a new day. Though, it was the time that was affecting Mimir's sleepiness. The story Fell told was quite boring. The only thing peaking his interest being the mention of the diamond kingdom and the magic the man was able to utilize (if he weren't lying). As the man revealed nearly everything about himself, Mimir couldn't do nothing but laugh. This laugh wasn't as loud as the others. It stayed within the corner they sat in and didn't interrupt any of the drunken men around them. His mind lingered about the Diamond Kingdom. He had heard of the many kingdoms around the Clover Kingdom, but he hadn't actually been to any of them. He was stuck in the Clover Kingdom and felt quite like a prisoner.
Taking his mind off of the other kingdom, he would begin to take in what the man said about his magic. He hadn't really heard of too many people be able to use Shadow Magic, so he was quite intrigued when the man brought it up. His eyes would travel from Fell's face and to the window forty-seven feet directly behind him. Between that range were many different table hosting even more different drunks. The moon's light cast bounced on the building and was able to cast a shadow on the ground. Shadows were everywhere on the planet and they only needed a light source to live. It seemed like a pair of polar opposites paths had crossed today.
"Hmm, that was quite the story, but unfortunately I didn't want to know everything about your life. However, we can get pass that." Mimir would allow Fell to take these words in. His hand would begin to shake the wine glass in a circle. The red wine inside of the glass moved around so fluent that it seemed invisible. Bringing it to his lips, he would once again take another sip of the precious drink. "As I've said, my name is Gold. However, my story isn't quite as interesting as your own. I hale from a little village a couple of miles away by the name of Hage. I was brought up in a fairly nice household, but of course every village has their hardships." said Mimir, his hand would come to sit the wine bottle on the table. In a quick motion, the free hand would shoot to his side, gripping a book whose cover was magnificent. Mimir would come to set the book on the table. It was was mostly composed of a black leather, but lines of silver were etched in it here and there with lines of gold following it like they were racing. In the middle of the book sat a single symbol. The Four Leaf Clover, a symbol that showed that this grimoire was the best of the best and the rarest amongst any who lived.
"As for my magic, I can control the very light that we sit in." muttered Mimir, of course he was lying, but at the same time he was telling the truth. Solar Magic wasn't exactly light magic, but who was Fell to tell him otherwise? And there still was that other secret he kept hidden in the depths of the grimoire. A power that if brought out none around him would be able to rival. The ability to manipulate the fundamental force of gravity itself!
Fell could tell he had gone a little too far in his story telling after Gold had taken it in, it was clear he only wanted to know the magic part more or less. Fell felt slightly bad about giving off his story that the man didn't want. And at the moment he was trying to please the guy to grow his base of knowledge, so maybe he felt bad more for himself making a mistake than having any actual empathy for the guy. But he would sit and listen as Gold would speak of how he had grown up in Hage. This caught Fell off guard, and caused much more suspicion to flow through his brain than before. He wouldn't dare show this on his face but as the man spoke he could tell it was a lie. It was either that or some incredibly weird circumstances, people like this didn't come from small villages like Hage. The man not only had the grimoire that exuded power from the very sight, but he also just didn't fit in with any sort of people in Hage, and he was barely old enough to have completely changed his entire life to appear nothing like them. No he would surely have remnants of a Hage kid.
He was surely lying, but Fell wouldn't dare to call him out on it. He could save that for another time, just the same As Fell was sure the man still thought Fell was hiding something. Now Fell was beginning to wonder if maybe it was a mindset of one hiding things themselves. It was an interesting standard being set between the two, and now Fell knew he definitely needed to hold back anything too specific anymore in the conversation. Truth for Truth. However he did say he used magic of light. Fell now had a hard time taking what the man said for truth, but if he could still teach the boy it meant little whether it actually was the power Gold held or not. If the magic was indeed the truth it would produce an interesting fight if the two ever came to blows. A lot of stalemates would be made unless the guy was able to light up an entire room so much there was no shadow, but that would require more mana than the guy currently seemed to exude. Fell would assume.
It was rather intriguing that even with a four leaf clover grimoire the guy had less mana escaping than people Fell had met from the knights. Guaranteed Gold was still fairly young, maybe he simply had broken through or had the time yet to grow into what he was capable of. One thing for sure was that Fell’s assumption this whole time was right. Gold was not to be messed with. Yet Fell just had to know more.
“Light magic hunh, that's an interesting person to run into as my own power. They say light magic is rare and incredibly fast, would be interesting to see in person. The power of that grimoire must be rather overwhelming. Have you used it in combat at all?” The question was mostly to fill Fells desire not only for knowledge on light magic, but to dissect his battle of the mind with the man across from him as well. While the two were not exchanging blows with magic, they weren't exactly shaking hands yet either it seemed.
With every question that Mimir answered there seemed to be another set of them coming out of Fell's mouth. He didn't know what the dark haired individual was planning, but as the minutes passed Mimir grew more annoyed. It seemed like the man was trying his best to study him. Digging into his head and trying to dissect it in order to find both his strengths and weaknesses. Sure, Mimir was special in some sort of way, but he didn't like when people attempted to intrude his abilities. His hand would reach for the wine glass. Instead of grabbing it to drink, his fingers would wrap around the bowl area. A slight squeeze was enough to cause pressure, the glass slowly cracking from the strength he exuded.
As the glass cracked, wine seeped from the webs. The liquid danced in between his fingers before finally dropping into little drips on the table. In a way, the wine glass was portraying Mimir perfectly. With everyone question Fell asked, Mimir grew more annoyed to a point where he was ready to do harm to the man. Who knew what would happen if the glass broke all the way? Letting his grip go, he would bring his hand to his mouth. One by one he would suck on his fingers. Licking the wine off of them in a way that would be despised by most doctors of today. "Question after question I see. Clearly you aren't from around these parts. You're smarter than your average man. To be honest, I don't believe you're from this destroyed village you speak of. If you are... How did you come to gain such a powerful mana signature?" asked Mimir, though he wouldn't give the man a chance to reply.
A few second after asking the question, he would say "I don't care. I don't know if you know it or not, but most of what comes out of my out are lies used to manipulate anyone I see fit. If what you've spoke of is indeed true, then you're only a pawn in this world that is about to be taken out. If you're not a pawn... Maybe you're just a knight waiting for a foe to reveal themselves." Mimir's second few lines of dialogue would linger in the air. He did his best to disguise the true meaning of his words. Beginning to believe someone didn't come by answering any questions.
Fell’s heart skipped a beat, no maybe it skipped more than just a single beat. He could tell very quickly the mood of the man changed. Fell was not great at confrontation just yet, he didn't mind fighting like in the magic exam when he knew he wasn't at risk, and even more so knew he had a chance. But this whole time Fell knew he was playing with fire, dealing with someone who had the capability to kill him, and clearly after the spoken words and actions, was not nearly as soft as Fell. The man cracked glass and didn't even worry about if anything got on his fingers before just licking it off even. Maybe that was just Fell being weird though too.
But the words were enough “A pawn about to be taken off”. He had called Fell smart, which was a compliment in itself. But that could have been only a hint to look at the meaning of his words more carefully. Everyone knows pawns are the pieces you sacrifice in the world of chess to gain more weight in the overall fight. What's even worse is his next view of Fell was a knight. This disturbed Fell, Fell knew a lot about the game, and he knew that the Knight and Bishop were argued as the second least valuable pieces. This meant at best he may only see Fell as the second best piece on the board, and ideally the man saw himself above that. Able to take out the knight rather easily and if given the chance, he would take it.
At the same time, Maybe Fell had become too in depth in his thinking. For all he knew maybe the man barely knew anything about chess. Doubtful. Fell wanted out. The only reason he had ever stuck around was the intrigue of the man, But Fell began to believe he may have learned too much about the man. Maybe his instincts early on were right, this man wasn't to be messed with. No normal citizen held that power, and he wasn't a knight either. Fell stood up, slowly but confidently. Making sure to mask any fear that he held in his heart at this moment.
“I am sorry that is what you think of me. I promise everything I told you to be true. I understand why you may lie, but I just want to learn the world and make friends. I wish you the best in life and will leave you alone. Enjoy your wine.” Fell turned to leave and motioned for the glass of wine that had been lost to be replaced before dropping a coin on the table for the drink to be paid for. He then made his way out of the bar, watching the shadows in the room to see if the man ever moved from his seat, while also monitoring the mana. Once outside Fell would immediately cast Shadow step and leave the areas quickly. Fell thought to himself, maybe the forsaken region was something he just wasn't ready for yet. After all, he wasn't the most capable at defending himself, and people like that were scary. But at the same time, incredibly intriguing and he had felt….alive.
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Mimir watched as the man's body would shift from that of a person who had no care for the world, to someone who emitted great fear. Now, he didn't usually go around causing people to be afraid of him, but the man was quite annoying. The glass trick seemed to have did the deed. As the man spoke, Mimir would once again grab for the glass. The spider webbed cracks traveled all across it and only two swallows or so of the wine was left. Bringing it to his mouth, Mimir would drink the rest of the wine from the glass as his ears took in Fell's words. Apologizing spewed from the man's mouth causing the golden haired individual to smile.
Another drink came his way as Fell would begin to walk out of the bar. On a bad day Mimir probably would have followed him and killed him in some alley, but today was a good day. He had gotten a couple of free drinks and few laughs from a curious individual. Maybe he wasn't telling the truth? Maybe he was? Whatever it was, Mimir wasn't going to find out today. So, all he could do was sit in his seat and look around the bar. He had to get stronger because the day of reckoning was soon to come.
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