I mean, it is like community service, but come on, it's not like I would have found a magewright job this summer. For the dragons?
The lank man with the casual robes was sat on the end of the rail car, looking at the sunset, then gestured another long message.
They even gave me the mansion spell for the job! It's gonna be lit ! Anyway, out of Sendings for today.
He was looking out the window, staring at the rolling hills, when he grimaced and hastily cast another message.
Look. If you wanna talk, start burning yours. Don't you freeload on me, I know you're talking with that Orien-mark; he's mine and you know it.
His gaze became softer, and after a moment he sighed, and fixed his gaze at the far-off edge of Lake Brey, as the rail turned slowly west.
Until the rail reached Hatheril for a short break, he had collected his studying book, putting it back inside his hidden little magic bag underneath his clothes, specially made "for the perils of long travel are easy to miss!".
In the small town, the rail offered access to some small shops that still showed the wear of the war, with few of them among slowly crumbling stone buildings of wood and stone.
He didn't have much time to stretch away the long sitting, as the rail had already turned east and called its passengers. When he got back to his seat, the same old baroness nearby was still drowsily playing with her cards.
The elementals roared, and the rail took off.