Shimoje watched almost entranced by the work that Clyde was doing. Every stroke of the quill was like artwork, and the markings across the parchment were utterly beautiful. Although no recognizable words were seen at first, just symbols, Shimoje wondered if these marking the work of another language or a magic in and of itself. Thinking back to the way that the grand oath was made and how it is magical he led to the conclusion that whatever markings these were they were indeed magical.
He was completely unaware of what the markings could have meant, but finally after a few bells of waiting Shimoje saw Clyde start to copy the portions of the rough draft onto the grand oath. The workmanship and detail he put into it took a few more bells. Shimoje’s feet started to tire from the standing, but the offer of taking a seat was not acknowledged, and he didn’t wish to feel as if he was intruding on the mage’s workplace more than he already has. He almost not even dare to move because of the dog.
Once the grand oath was completed Shimoje glanced over it, trusting that nothing had changed. He made the appearance of reading through it all once more, but more or less was just staring at the way that the words were written. He was still entranced by how nice the grand oath looked. With a brief moment of hesitation Shimoje picked up the quill, gently tapping it to release some of the extra ink on the bottle, and proceeded to sign his name taking his time.
Shimoje Arawn
If it was one thing that his father taught him it was that someone’s full name has power to itself. That is the reason mainly of why Shimoje rarely ever gives out his last name, even when asked. In his past his father explained to him that his last name could give a person more information from others, how to find him, and even be used against him. Though, that didn’t hold much precedence now. He was in another land, and his father dead. Most even regard to his name as being strange and foreign so it’s not like what his father had said in his past held much to it in any regard.
Once fully signed Shimoje stood in awe as the paper burst to flames. All of that for the paper to mysteriously combust. It was bewildering and shocked him, but in all of that it vanished as well, with nothing left behind. He was in such shock that he couldn’t really speak a word. He would most likely wait for the mage to make the next move, and hopefully continue on with their deal. Though, he couldn’t be completely for sure.
All of this was just too real to be true, and surely this memory would stay with him for a while. Finally Shimoje gathered up the courage to speak. “So what now, Clyde?” Shimoje asked in a level headed tone.
He was completely unaware of what the markings could have meant, but finally after a few bells of waiting Shimoje saw Clyde start to copy the portions of the rough draft onto the grand oath. The workmanship and detail he put into it took a few more bells. Shimoje’s feet started to tire from the standing, but the offer of taking a seat was not acknowledged, and he didn’t wish to feel as if he was intruding on the mage’s workplace more than he already has. He almost not even dare to move because of the dog.
Once the grand oath was completed Shimoje glanced over it, trusting that nothing had changed. He made the appearance of reading through it all once more, but more or less was just staring at the way that the words were written. He was still entranced by how nice the grand oath looked. With a brief moment of hesitation Shimoje picked up the quill, gently tapping it to release some of the extra ink on the bottle, and proceeded to sign his name taking his time.
Shimoje Arawn
If it was one thing that his father taught him it was that someone’s full name has power to itself. That is the reason mainly of why Shimoje rarely ever gives out his last name, even when asked. In his past his father explained to him that his last name could give a person more information from others, how to find him, and even be used against him. Though, that didn’t hold much precedence now. He was in another land, and his father dead. Most even regard to his name as being strange and foreign so it’s not like what his father had said in his past held much to it in any regard.
Once fully signed Shimoje stood in awe as the paper burst to flames. All of that for the paper to mysteriously combust. It was bewildering and shocked him, but in all of that it vanished as well, with nothing left behind. He was in such shock that he couldn’t really speak a word. He would most likely wait for the mage to make the next move, and hopefully continue on with their deal. Though, he couldn’t be completely for sure.
All of this was just too real to be true, and surely this memory would stay with him for a while. Finally Shimoje gathered up the courage to speak. “So what now, Clyde?” Shimoje asked in a level headed tone.