67 Winter 513 Clyde had been spending quite a lot of time in the labs. In fact, he had just yesterday finished a fifteen day long stint in the labs, working on his enchantment for his Judgement. However in his hurry to be done and get out, he realized he had left something behind. His favorite quill... Well, it was an old quill, one he had been using for awhile, not technically his favorite one, but as close to a favorite as he had. So he found himself heading back to the familiar lab to search for it. As he entered, he glanced over, saw the pedestal where he had done his work, the table that had held his hammers for Magecrafting, and... Did a double take. All of his Glyphing, the runes he had spent bells making, the true work of a master, was gone. "What the petch! What?" Looking around, Clyde did not see a single mark of his paint. All gone. And it had not simply vanished, it had not been used up, not runes of the potency he had made... Someone had gone through and cleaned them all up, erasing them! He supposed it was their right, it was a public lab, and his usage of it was over. But still... It was just rude to destroy someone else work, particularly when it was of such high quality. Letting out a sigh, Clyde looked about the lab in which he had spent the previous fifteen days. In some ways he was glad to be gone... In others... Not so much. After all, it was always a let down after a project was completed. |