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A Visit to Vers
Summer, Era XIV Post Fractum
Vers.
Anvael couldn’t resist the temptation and stuck his head out of the small window of his carriage to look at the city where he had gotten his first arcana lessons a couple of eras ago.
Not much had changed – except that he was a Governor now and not an aspiring prefect.
Was that fae that had taught him Ikos still employed at the academy?
Were they still looking for a prefect or had they finally found someone?
Would those that counted in this city give him a warm welcome?
He returned to his seat and furrowed his brow. Taralon and Vers didn’t like each other, and Taralon didn’t like mages. Those mage regulators had given him a headache of tremendous proportions, and because of them he had chosen to hide the fact that he too was a mage, albeit only an initiate of a sphere that most people considered useless …
And yet he was here now. The orcs had used mages when they attacked the Empire. There weren’t enough mages in Taralon, none in the Provincial Army. If they wanted to win this war, they needed them, needed mages that were powerful enough to make a difference, regardless of Mage Regulators or not. The people of Taralon would have to accept that – or die.
It would be his first visit to Vers since he had become Governor. Taralon had kept him busy for the past couple of cycles. Since he had no idea how the people would treat him, he had brought a little over a dozen guards – and his two personal bodyguards. A Governor needed a proper escort anyway.
“Where to?” the driver asked as they neared the gate.
Anvael took a few moments to think about it.
“To the Thane, first of all. The main purpose of this visit is to talk to the mages, but we don’t want the Thane to think we are ignoring him or considering other people more important. We will pay him a visit now and go to the Imaden School of Higher Learning afterwards. Besides, he might have something interesting to say.”
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