Late Imperos, Autumn of Era XIV
In a scene similar to one some numerous months past, and on a similar moonlit night, an old fool of a white haired wizard sat on a bench quite nearby Erenthril’s Chesleanna home, dressed in a cream colored suit with a matching fedora, a lemon silk shirt and a brass handled cane tap, tap, tapping on the ground in front of him while he fed a mob of noisily opinionated seagulls crumbs scattered out of a rumpled sack.
This night though, he was not alone, but accompanied by a dignified fellow of Eunesian descent, salt and peppered hair with bright blue eyes against an olive complexion and unusually dressed in a casual blue suit island style, who sat beside him in long suffering silence. More than once, this fellow had asked himself why it was that one Manyc Ulairi might not, just once, arrange transportation on his behalf instead of the eccentric sorcerer that he was forever having to track down and steer back on course.
Nonetheless, it was business at hand and similar to another moonlit night, they waited like tourists taking a break from a beachfront stroll for a particular Elementalist to take notice of their presence. The Eunesian sincerely hoped such would transpire on its own, and right quick, lest the incorrigible wizard beside him make good his intentions and toss pebbles at the elf’s windows or else go asking after him through the square.