The librarian shrugged, following Fei closely to make sure the book would not be lost.
"The visitors? Well, we have a map that shows where they are, and a few of our students might have been from there but....well, we don't really know all that much about them. Any wandering mages who go that far probably don't figure it important to send us information back. So a map is all we got." The librarian said, somewhat off guard with the quick changes in topics.
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Seth sat there a moment, rolling over the info that they had gotten in his head. Maybe they wouldn't need the blacksmith. He had worked there often enough to make a blade, and perhaps.....
"Maybe we should keep some for personal study. And there isn't much here so....you take a small pile, and I take some?" Seth said, picking up the metal he could. After pulling it from....whatever it was, he realized there wasn't actually enough to make anything other than a small knife with what he had.
"I mean, it isn't like they would even pay attention. Just smelt it down and make something, and there might be more to it than that....."
Seth was mulling it over as picked up what few bits were left, and then got to taking care of what was left, letting his flames flow over the small patch of land where they had sat. There would be scorch marks, but nothing else indicating something had happened there.
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Jones nodded, but then noted the dark sky slowly starting to come as the sun began to set. He shook his head, obviously not used to it being so dark.
"Quite dark here without the lights...Bah, been spoiled by the town life I guess. Regardless, I imagine it will be a big thing tomorrow, cause it is starting to get damned late, and I would prefer not to be eating in the complete blackness of night." Jones said, looking about, noting the others of his group starting their retreat into the ship. Some willingly....others not so much.
"Been a nice chat gents. I seeing you tomorrow, I'm sure. Better be a damned feast, cause its a long way to travel without one. I hear you are the first to see of us, so these are crazy crazy times."
And with that, Jones got to walking back to the ship, only for the space to be filled with a official looking guard that had been with the Prime Minister.
"Alexander Smith. Lighdweller. Your presence will be needed tomorrow afternoon in your Great Mages Hall. You will attend." The metallic voice seemed to echo from the heavily armored man, and without a word got to walking away.
