Flashback Taking Out The Trash (Markus Andres)

[Huskabar]

Season: Summer/Day: 15th/Year: 508/Time: Morning 8th Bell Huskabar had been in Syliras for just a couple of weeks now, and though he felt that he was indeed getting settled, he was nervous about today. His teacher, Richard Wind who had taught him many moons ago, advised him to try to integrate into a community with his magic, before returning home to Sunberth. The tall ebony skinned man had mentioned that perhaps working with his powers in Syliras might be the best course of action for him. That was all fine and good, but what the wizard was truly worried about, was the supervision it would require. There he stood oh so awkwardly at the street corner, hunkered in tight near several wooden barrels filled with trash. Crowds were rushing pass through the street, as the old man could not help but feel like a fish entirely out of the water. He oh so badly wanted to begin his job, and hone his arcana, but he knew he had to wait. In Syliras there was a rule about being supervised during such matters, and though Huskabar was not much for rules, he also was not fond of the idea of his head decorating this street corner. His mind flashed back for a moment to the day he had first heard mention of this city from his teacher, and though it was indeed very different than Sunberth, there was one thing it held in similarity, and that was waste, he thought as he looked over the garbage before him. Though there was little dignity in it, the one thing a voider could always count on was waste, and no matter how grand or mighty a city may be, it will always produce waste. The younger Huskabar would most likely look down on what he was about to do, since he always believed he would have risen above all of this by such an old age. Time had added an element of realism to his views, and though at first thought, it may have not seemed as if he had came a long way, he realized as he pondered more on the subject, he had. At a much younger age, this garbage before him would hold a potential meal in his eyes, but no longer did his stomach churn in pain, and though he still had a lot of resentment for his past, he took solace in the fact it was indeed his past, and not his present. The old man, then raised his gaze to the sky… “Hmm he should be here any moment,” he thought to himself.

[Markus Andres]

15-Summer-508

Markus subdued a long groan as they kept walking. As always his master was keeping his cards close and any and all questions from Markus were met with a stone wall of silence. It was his master's way of telling him to shut the petch up and carry on. He obliged this silent command with disdain. Why must he always be so dull and quiet. So, behind his master the young squire walked. All 190 pounds of him, plus the extra 50 pounds of heavy armour. The armour did not look nice and shiny, it was old and worn and was showing obvious signs of combat. The rather long dent in the middle of the breastplate was the most noticeable. A dent the man before him had put in the armour during their last session. His bastard sword by his left side, a heater shield thrown over his shoulder and hanging loosely from his back. His short kept blonde hair and dark green eyes went from side to side. Looking for something... anything that might save him from his boredom. It was just the same old hallways and streets of Syliras. Civilians and other knights moved past them. Finally Markus settled with just glaring at the back of his master's head.

'Andres, we will be watching a mage today. I want you to play close attention to him as he perform his job. Study him and ask questions. Learn as much as you can, for one day you will face mages in a fight, best you know as much about them you can.'

Words. Honest to the gods words. His master had spoken! The squire rolled his eyes and murmured a "Yes ser". A mage. They were going to see a mage? Markus had mixed opinions about mages. Many of the horror stories and warnings he had heard about mages. The unnatural things they could do that Markus might barely understand. Conjure fire and lightning from thin air. But on the other hand... they could conjure fire and lightning from thin air! It was awesome as it was scary. The training for the day was simply to study a mage? Well. As for assignments went this one was quite straightforward. Master Mason stopped and Markus stopped next to him. Looking at the reason they had stopped. An elderly man, to put it mildly, stood before them. Markus stared at him astonished. How anyone could get so old was beyond Markus.

'Hello, are you Huskabar?' Ser Mason asked the older man. 'I am Stern Mason, this is my squire Markus Andres. We will be accompanying you today. My squire is here to learn about magical theory. So anything you can share as you go along would be appreciated.'

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Huskabar." Markus responded offering the old man a hand to shake, before remembering the one crucial detail. This was a mage! Half of them were insane, or worse! Only courtesy kept his hand extended. Although it seemed somewhat frozen in the air. Waiting for either the man to grab it... or incinerate it.