End of an Era? (Ti-Link)

[Ciroton]

Waves of heat slowly rose from the surface of the road. The mid-day sun hung high in the air, casting it radiant heat upon the surface of the earth. Not a pool of shade rested on this path, the trees to the south resigning themselves to the fertile prairies just to the north. However, the lone figure that traversed this road did not feel the heat of the day, for his mind focused on other things.

In the distance, just below the horizon line, he could see a rather large town. Letting a small smile grace his face at the memories associated with the settlement, the man quickened his pace slightly. He had no idea why, but something called to him days before, urging him to return to the town where he learned how to hone his skills.

Indeed, Queenstown boasted one of the finest schools of magic available anywhere in the world. Not only that, but from here it would only be a days trip on foot to his home of Chestnut Hollow. Closing his eyes, the man envisioned some of his more memorable moments at the institute, most of which he sat alone. I’ve really grown since I left, Arin thought to himself. Before, I used to be very anti-social and even nervous around new people. Yet now, I’m actually quite comfortable, even around total strangers.

Suddenly, a loud honking noise sounded behind the mage, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin in fright. Turning around, he came face to face with one of the things he hated most in the world. An iron monster on rubber wheels passed the mage, leaving a trail of smoke in its wake. Indeed, he had nothing but contempt for this new invention called the ‘automobile.’

He wished the driver would stop and say something, anything, out of line so he could hex the snot out of him. Alas, the automobile continued along its path to the town, its driver oblivious they nearly ran over a mage. Clutching his hands to suppress the rage, he continued on his path.

[Ti-Link]

Green. It completely consumed all other color in the forested area. Grass and small, leafy plants of an unknown species swiped at the warriors feet as he walked, making a small rustling noise that made you think you had heard a small animal make a movement in the woods.

Sunlight from the small spaces of sky not covered by leaves gleamed off the metal of his sword and reflected a tiny skim of light to his side; almost to be a small companion, as he approached a tunnel of brightness that looked to be an exit of the wooded acres.

Entering the new area, the warrior activated his eye and examined the new, open space now that the bark and wood was not blocking his view. Straight ahead of the path he was intent on following, there seemed to be the sight of dark square buildings in the clouded horizon about a few miles in the distance.

Thank God, the warrior thought to himself as he quickened his pace toward the supposed city, judging by its size. Vitros had yet to rest in a town for more the two weeks, it was about time for a break as it is. He would only exhaust himself more if he gone any farther.

With that, the warrior headed in the direction of the city, fighting off the idea of activating his wings, as the last attempt got a few police on his tail.

[Ciroton]

OoC: This is what you get when you keep poking me. *Rubs his shoulder*

BiC:
Walking, despite being the slowest form of transportation, had a few benefits for the mage as he walked the city streets. He could take his sweet time, looking at the wares in various shop windows as he passed. The hustle and bustle of the town didn’t really surprise him, or the abnormal number of mages wandering the streets like him.

Queenstown, the capital city of the Yamin province of Mistalin, called itself home for one the most prominent schools of magic in the world. Second only to the Minoria Institute of Magic, Chalise Institute beckoned to mages the world over. Although he never attended the school here, Arin immediately felt at home amongst his kin.

Although people continued to stare at his odd attire, they were more stares of awe and admiration instead of shock and confusion. The mage ignored them, all too used to the stares since his Infinity Robes, designed to protect the wearer from extreme temperature, captured. He still had no idea if this happened because they looked odd, or that they equaled a small mansion in value.

Eventually coming to a small pub, the mage decided to duck in for a bite to eat. The dark, but lively establishment felt welcoming to Arin as he quickly took a seat by the window, leaning his prized staff against the wall beside him. Ordering his lunch, he looked out the window he sat by, content with letting the world pass him by, and the occasional buggy or automobile of course.

[Ti-Link]

OoC: I poked you once, you big baby. XP

BiC:

The predicted roar of voices that filled the evening air in the streets of Queenstown was of smaller proportion then he had thought it would be. Due to its considerable size from a distance, he predicted that there would be more people roaming the streets.

Perhaps it was just late for the citizens. Nevertheless, it was about time Vitros tried to settle in. His body was exhausted, even though his will to continue on burned deep inside his legs in the form of pain. You would expect nothing less from walking for two days straight, for the warrior had yet to sleep. That was one thing about Vitros no one could understand. If he did not want to do something, he simply would not do it. Unless of course he were given no way around whatever he was to avoid.

Seemingly today, that trait would be put to the test.

As the dim lights of posts around the stone street slowly passed the warrior, his eyes wandered for a building worthy of a night's rest. However, his eye was paused in the middle of a switch between the left of the street to the right, by the dark shadow of many figures in the distance casting upon his feet. Unnoticingly activating his eye to see farther, he could see the figures blocking his path, were a pack of mere men. Four, to be exact. The figures seemed to be between the ages of 20 to 30, one of which had a bottle clung to his right hand.

Strangly, all the men seemed to have a problem with...not swaying back and forth as they surrounded the still warrior. There was no doubt in Vitros' mind.

They were drunks.

One man from behind the warrior spoke in a slurred voice. "Lookie here...a wise guy!" the man yelled as he took a swig of his bottle.

Another man became within arms reach of Vitros' left shoulder and gave the mage an intimidating shove. "Heeeeh. Smart ass. Doesn't even have his staff with him."

Two from the warrior's front and right started to shove him as well, the warrior not moving much at all. "Are...you stupid!" he replied to his friend. "I bet he doesn't even-," before the man could finish, a burp escaped his mouth. "...have one!"

The men started to look the warrior over with their eyes, seeming looking for what they thought he should've already had. One man blurted out from behind him. "Whure's yowr staff idiot?"

The warrior raised an eyebrow without them able to probably see. He had a staff, it was just hidden into his clothing. Could these people mean something else? Vitros decided not to take a chance. "I'm sorry. I do not know what you are talking about," Vitros replied completely mono-toned.

To his surprise, every man surrounding him laughed. Laughing? Why would they laugh at me?

Suddenly, a rather powerful force jolted Vitros' back, causing him to sway a little forward before turning around to face three of the men, the other rather obviously trying to sneak behind the warrior. "Don't play dumb **** with us! Evwyone knuws abowt thems laws of magycs!" The man with the bottle placed his drink on the ground before clumsingly digging into his cloak and pulling out what seemed to be a crystal staff. "Yows haves to hawvs one of dees to do magycs wit!," he man said as the staff started to glow an irregular ray of colors.

The man who had done all his work to get behind Vitros, now blurted out after pulling out what looked to be a wand. "Heys! Iwf dis..dudad doesn't haf a thingy...lets kics his ass!" the man slurred as he pointed the tip of his wand at the warrior, the tip not exactly able to keep straightly pointed at him.

The men all busted out laughing as the rest pulled out the same crystal staff as the first man, now all pointed at the warrior with magic glows. "Hey! Wets sees if I cun get a cigarette buwrn on him lyke I did on yooou!" he man blurted to another as his staff turned a bright red.

Without moving, and after a small chant from the drunk; the staff hurled a controled blast of fire at his head. With a simple thought, water from a nearby gutter flashed with light, purifying it, as well as causing it to shield between Vitros and the on-coming blast and freezing as the fire blast smacks the ice wall, but only causes a black mark to appear on the wall.

The men seemingly amazed by the speed of the water, they stood eyes wide as the warrior turned to face them, them now being close together. "I would not like to be forced to fight you back. Please stop your foolish acts."

The man who earlier had the bottle now stood with his staff pointed at the warrior. "HOws the hell didjya do thatswithout a staff??" the man asked as a chant escaped his lips, as yet another fire blast was sent soaring toward Vitros. This time, the warrior had had enough.

Ducking just low enough for the blast to miss, two tiny ice divots in the ground appeared behind his feet as he pushed off them and punched the man directly in the stomach. Conjuring an ice pillar to hit the man in the back, the drunk was sent flying through the air and through a nearby window of an unknown building.

For the most part, Vitros didn't even notice the shattered glass as he faced the other three drunks, all of which now huddled together and pointing with their staffs and wands. "Do you just want me to hurt you? Because I will happily help out with that."

[Ciroton]

Night quickly engulfed the remaining light from the sky as time pressed onwards, causing the lamp lighters to go to work on the town’s thousands of gas street lamps. Indeed, as the shadows of night befell the peaceful town, the rotten underbelly began to expose itself in the form of drunks and druggies alike. Arin watched as they shambled and loitered about, despising them with each passing second.

Turning his head back to the wholesome interior of the tavern, he found the slender and short waitress returning with his order. Nodding his head and showing his thanks to her, he turned toward the delicious chicken noodle soup he ordered nearly half an hour ago. The warm, golden soup beckoned him as noodles and smartly cut chunks of chicken floated past, disturbing the liquid contained in the white bowl.

As he cracked a package of crackers delivered with the generous portion of soup, the unmistakable sounds of a heated argument filtered past the glass window, and into his ears. Only then was it he forgot to take his hat off after entering the building. Quickly taking off the wide hat, we placed it on top of his staff, showcasing his unkempt and wind-blown black hair for the public to see.

Normally, he would never take his hat off unless he went to bed; however, among his kin he thought it better to show some manners. After all, many mages had hot tempers around here, especially with the final exams approaching for all the academies. Returning to his meal, the argument began to escalate, judging from the shouts of drunken laughter.

Arin decided not to pay them any heed, turning to his soup. I wish those idiots would stop, thought the mage as he saw several eye gaze out the window. Figuring they were watching the event as they unfolded outside, he ate his soup contently. Unless he needed to, he wouldn’t step in to resolve some petty argument. However, before he even reached halfway to the bottom of his meal, he found it suddenly interrupted.

Suddenly, and quite rudely too, one of the hooligans from outside came flying through the large window the mage sat beside, sliding into his food. Arin could only watch as it all plummeted to the ground, spilling on the fine carpet below. Anger and hatred coursed through his body instantly, blocking his brain from communicating with his muscles to stop. Bolting up, out of his seat, the man quickly snatched his hat, placing it firmly on his head, before grabbing his staff.

Kicking the now offending table out of the way, the mage in the strange robes looked out to the scene of the fighting. Enraged by the loss of his food, he stared them down acidly. “Alright,” he spoke viciously to the other mages. He could tell they were drunk by the way they held their staffs, as well as the circle they formed around a seemingly defenseless person. Before continuing, he could not help but noticed almost all of them carried staffs made of crystal. “I’ve had enough with you stupid, self-righteous, drunken mages!”

[Ti-Link]

OoC: I'm sorry for the what seems to be forever-long wait. =/ Post-it time! =3

IC:

Depressing the number by only one drunk seemed to put an astonishing toll on the gang of mages, as the warrior could now see the slight build-up of fear and doubt deep within their minds of magic. They now all formed a surrounding circle around the warrior, as if they were a hungry pack of wolfs preying on a helpless rabbit. Vitros however, was much more then helpless to defend himself, it was more of the fact to fear of causing a riot.

As his head turned in different directions to make sure he was actually surrounded; a second loud crash of wood sounded from the spot of the drunken mage slamming through a window. Along with everyone elses heads turning toward the sound, so did the warrior's, as there was now a man standing in the street of night near the window. The warrior guessed that he must have been a victim to the throwing of the drunk. The aspect that caught most of Vitros' eye was the person's clothing of tie-dye robes and hat that he seemed to wear without a care.

He kind of liked it, but ice mage needed to focus on the situation at hand.

"Alright, I've had enough with you stupid, self-righteous, drunken mages!"

As the new arrival yelled at the mages that surrounded him, he saw his chance to end the situation. Seeing that all the mages were now drawn toward the unknown man, the warrior dashed with lightning speed and landed a side-kick from beneath the man under his chin, sending the man straight up toward the sky without any chance to dodge.

The drunks suddenly turned to see what had happened, but not before one of the men was picked up by the back of his robe and tossed at another staring man, sending them both clashing together across the gravel in a spore of dust, and as the dust illuminated the air, the man from the kick finally hit the ground face-first.

The two moves took less the then two seconds of Vitros' time as he raised back to his feet from his crouched position as he let out a small breath. Even with the quite nicely warm night, the breath could be seen with all its frost gleaming from within. Bystanders watch the breath, and tremble from the feel of a cold chill coming up their spines as the warrior collapses on the ground.

Dispite the little effort needed to subdue the drunken mages, the warrior's body had finally let him know that it had had enough. With his mind slowly drifting from him, his eyes finally shut as his consciousness finally fell to a sleep.

[Ciroton]

Reviewing the scene that lay before his feet, the mage could not help but feel slightly angry that he did not have the chance to vent his frustration. Alas, when the victim fell to the ground, he could not suppress his urge to make sure the man did not get hurt in the brawl. Stepping over the unconscious bodies of the hooligans, he took extra care to step on them.

Bending over the blue-haired warrior, the mage could tell he could use magic as well, although a completely different kind from his own. Still, if the man hated the self-righteous mages as much as he did, then he would be okay in the rainbow-clad mage’s books. “I guess I can’t just leave you here, can I?” Arin spoke to the unconscious man.

Grabbing the strange mage under his arms, the man pulled him away from the scene and over to a nearby hotel he happened to have a room in. Ignoring all the funny looks as usual, Arin dragged him into the lobby and up the stairs to his room on the fifth floor. “Jeez!” The mage exclaimed. “You really need to eat less!” Grunting with effort, he finally coaxed the unconscious man up the last flight of stairs and into his room.

Throwing him onto his bed, the mage settled down on a couch near the door. Panting from the effort, Arin made a mental note to never eat at the restaurant again. Hungry and exhausted from dragging the man, the mage figured that if he didn’t wake up by the time he finished resting, he would drag him to the hospital. However, as soon as those thoughts faded from his mind, so too did his vision as he fell asleep.

[Ti-Link]

OoC: Delay was immense. Apologizes. =/

IC:

His nerves pulsed inside his body in pain, crying out to his mind to become conscious again. The pain was at its greatest in his legs, as he had pushed them to his limits to lack-of-rest, and moving his inhuman speed at the last of the night didn't exactly offer a helping hand.

Giving into the now annoying throbing, his eyelids lifted up to reveal his blue and yellow orbs, the 'X' of his left eye gone for the time being. Before the warrior even knew it was coming, light from the window nearby flashed his eyes, causing him to close them again.

Leaning up, the warrior instantly took notice that he his back was not killing him. Sleeping on the rock ground would do that to you. In his train of very little thought, he finally realized he was no longer on the ground. His back felt as though it were against something soft. Opening his eyes again, ignoring the light; he looked down to see a pattern of color under him.

A bed? What the hell am I doing in a...

Before Vitros could finish his mental complaint, his gaze met that of a hypnotizing display of color on the seats of a nearby couch. Looking a little more close, he could see that it was the young man that had stepped into the fight last night. Taking a small guess, the warrior supposed that this was his room. Did the man take him here? Well...if he did, at least there was one person in the town that wasn't a beer-addicted *******.

Quietly flipping his feet over the edge of the bed, the warrior focused on his surroundings. He was in no hurry, but he did not feel comfortable, or having the right, to stay in another person's living quarters.

"Well...," he talked to himself as he saw a small kitchen in his view, his stomach instantly responding with a growl. "...might as well pay him back."

Siting then standing to his feet, the warrior walked into the tiled floors of the section of the room with cabinets, a sink, oven, and all other things that a normal kitchen would have. Opening up the door to the refrigerator, Vitros pulled out a few containers and peeked inside of each one. Finding three that had what he needed, he grabbed the containers and turned the stove on as he places them on the counter.

Grabbing a pan after cabinet searching, he places the pan on a burner and slabs three strips of bacon on it, hearing a sizzling noise after a small wait. Vitros then stared behind him, seeing the rainbow-dressed man on the couch. His eyes drifted down in thought, and then looked back to what he was doing, putting three more pieces on the pan for the man.

Within a few more minutes, the warrior was done cooking for the first time he had ever done so in over 3 years. Eggs, 3 bacon slices, and toast with butter and jam. Little, but enough as he sat to eat, laying the second plate on the table for the other man incase he awoke.

[Ciroton]

Dancing majestically, the smell of fried bacon played with the man’s nose as he slept. Coupled with the aroma of eggs and toast with jam, they formed a dynamic duo capable of arousing even the heaviest of sleepers. Playing with the end of the sleeping mage’s nose, they slowly coaxed the man from the realm of dreams, and back into reality in the most delightful way.

Slowly opening his eyes, Arin’s mind remained fuzzy over the details of how bacon and eggs could be cooking if he himself had not done it. Memories of the previous night slowly came back to him as he straightened himself out on the couch. Only then he realized it could only be the man who he offered his bed to who made the early morning meal.

“Glad to see you’re up and about,” spoke the mage sleepily, sitting up on the couch. “Good thing you weren’t hurt, otherwise I would’ve had to tae you to the hospital.” Standing up, he felt a little lightheaded from the speed of his ascension. Shrugging it off, he reached down and grabbed his hat off the arm of the sofa. Placing it crookedly on his head, he slowly walked over to the table where the blue-haired mage sat.

Figuring he should show some manners for his guest, the mage extended his hand before saying simply, “The name’s Arin Bryant.”

Smiling, the blue-haired man took his hand and shook it. “You can call me Vitros,” he replied.

Sitting down at the table, the man in the multi-coloured robes picked up his fork and knife, digging in to his breakfast. “So…” Arin spoke after he swallowed his first bite. “What brings you here to Queenstown?”

[Ti-Link]

The ice mages eyes were content with staying focused on the man who had given him shelter in his own hotel room. Was it the robes? Or was it the fact he couldn't believe that the supposed mage was kind enough to do such a thing for a complete stranger? As his thoughts raced, so did his hand to shake the other man's over the table, smiling. “You can call me Vitros,” he replied.

Nope. It was definately the robes.

Eyes stared down at the plate of breakfast food; already half eaten on the table, before looking back up at the man after his question. Vitros was never the greatest at coming up with conversation. Nevertheless to a someone he hasn't met before. It probably explained why the ice mage didn't make too many friends during his travels, or any friends during the schools he was forced to take on his passed planet. Not that those certain schools forbid such things.

Well, it has to start somewhere. "Well, nothing to be perfectly honest. I really never intend to arrive in any town I come to. I have no specific destination except for people I'm looking for, so I just aim for a place I think they would be." The warrior clutched his fingers around his glass of milk beside him on the table and took a small drink. "Imagine a kid's first 'Connect-the-dots' game where they ignore the numbers, and that's pretty much my traced steps on a map," he said with a chuckle.

Staring back down at the food, he took another bite from his fork; thinking of how stupid of a reference he just made.

Thinking he should at least keep the talk going, Vitros spoke. "So what brings you to the town?" he asked back to the rainbow-robed mage.

[Ciroton]

“I guess…” Arin started his reply. “I came back mainly for nostalgia, maybe visit some former teachers and stuff. You see… Queenstown hosts one of the best Magic Schools in the world. I used to be a student there before I graduated, and moved on to a more advanced school in Madorian City. Like, how normal kids go from grade school to high school.”

“Hmm, interesting,” Vitros replied. “So there are a lot of these schools?”

“Not really,” replied the mage. “Twelve in total, I think, all around the world too.” Small talk: how the mage in the funny robes hated it so. Still, he could not forget his manners like he had so many times before. Instead, he pushed aside his thoughts and feelings to ask another question. “So… which school did you come from. I mean, you obviously have a lot of magical power, since I can feel it.”

OoC: >_> They'll get better once the action picks up a little.

[Ti-Link]

OoC: Sorry for the delay.

IC:

Vitros did his best not to raise an eyebrow to the man's question. If it wasn't until he met Arin, he wouldn't have know there were even any schools that taught magic. Now his mind wondered if everyone that he had met that knew magic had been taught at a school.

The idea was quickly tossed aside as he tryed not to stay silent for too long. "Actually...I've never been to or heard of a school that taught magic until today. I was born with the ability of what I call M-aura, and learned to control it when I turned," quickly without wasteing a moment, he thought up an earth age that would be acceptable. "five. It was quick for me to learn it and I was able to master elemental magic by age thirteen."

"Really?" the rainbow cloaked mage asked, slightly surprised from the looks of it.

"That's right. Many have asked that question of me." Looking out a nearby window, the mage could see the series of structures and buildings in the city of what Arin had called Queenstown. The mage suddenly felt content on learning and seeing more of the area. If there was one thing Vitros could not change about his personality; it was his curiousity.

"You seem to be familiar with this town. Could you show me around these parts, or would it be too much trouble for you?"

[Ciroton]

“I guess I could. I don’t have anything planned today, so why not?” Arin responded.

“Really?” Vitros asked. Judging from the look on his face, the rainbow-clad mage could tell he hadn’t received any warm welcomes or such hospitality in quite a while. It all even out in his mind, since he hadn’t been this hospitable in just as long, if not, longer.

“Really.” Arin assured him. “Truth be told, there isn’t much of interest in such a boring old prairie city such as this… except for the fact it’s the provincial capital. Other then that, it’s just plain dull, you know?”

The ice mage merely nodded and smiled, causing an awkward silence to prevail over the morning meal. Words uttered to Arin earlier reverberated in his mind as he finished off the last of the bacon and eggs. He didn’t train at a school. Does that mean he can do magic at full power without a staff, or a wand, or anything?

With those thoughts, his gaze inadvertently shifted over to his prized Crystal Staff. It shined in the morning light like a new penny, throwing reflected light onto the soft carpet of the room in strange patterns. It wasn’t very often that he would just sit there and look at it like it belonged in a museum, even thought it did since no other human had the honour to wield an Elven Crystal Weapon before.

Finishing off his breakfast, he stood up then walked over to collect his staff. “So,” Arin asked Vitros. “Where would you like to go first?”

[Ti-Link]

The Morsothian almost couldn't believe the man. Did he actually agree to showing him around?

Not that the mage was expecting to get a horrible answer, but he also was used to getting smart or rude remarks. Instead of wondering why Arin was so nice, he just considered himself lucky.

Besides, he somehow found the town to feel what he would say as; different, then the others he had stayed at. It had that feeling that told your mind that it could trust anyone in these parts. Vitros of course knew better then to trust just anyone you meet on the street, but it has often gotten him out of binds as much as it had gotten him into.

He then realized he had never answered the mage's question.

"Well...," he thought as he stood on the windseal a few stories high, not seeing it as rude. The ice mage looked over the town as he finally pointed out a structure larger then a few stories and well off in the distance after a few minutes of searching. "What's that place? It's structure looks weird..."

Arin looked out as well to see what the Morsothian was talking about. "Oh, that ironically would be the school I mentioned earlier," he explained.

"Ah...," Vitros said as he nodded a few times to himself, as if thinking it over on whether to go or not. "I want to see it. I've never seen how much different an Earth magic-school teaches elements compared to the way I learned."

He stared at the building as he talked. "My people did not believe that you could be taught how to control an element. They figured the best way to learn, is to find out for yourself, and sometimes let the element...come to you. If that makes any sense." The explaination was given as his figures rubbed and formed a perfect model of the town in the palm of his hand.

Vitros then stopped from talking farther to give the other mage a chance, trying not to make a bad impression on the few friends he had made on this planet.

[Ciroton]

Arin found his comment about earth strange, but he pushed it aside for the time being. He could just be weird, and nothing more. In fact, many mages he knew weren’t exactly normal in the mental health department, now that he dwelled on it.

“Yeah, alright, I guess I could show you the school,” spoke the mage. Collecting his hat and placing it firmly on his head he walked over to the door and beckoned him to follow. He decided not to shrink his staff, just to see what kind of reputation, if any, he had gained since he first acquired it.

Figures, he thought over half an hour later as they approached the edifice of the school. Not one person bothered to turn their head… well, for any reason other then his striking robes. I’m sick and tired of people staring at me anyway, Arin fumed quietly.

“It’s so big!” Vitros exclaimed.

“Yeah, all the magic schools tend to flaunt and appear more… sophisticated would be the right word… then they appear.”

“Oh, I see,” he spoke. “Are you sure we’re allowed to go in? I don’t want to impose or anything.”

“I’m sure,” the mage in rainbow robes reassured. “They’re always happy to see former students… and people they can potentially make money off of. I mean, they have to pay for all this somehow, right?” Vitros merely nodded his head, possibly understanding that a school such as this had to have a ridiculous tuition fee.

Walking in the massive oak doors, the former student stopped in front of a massive, golden fountain. Now, unlike any other fountain in the world, this one had figures of male and female mages walking, dancing, and just plain looking around at the people that passed. All of them had on thing in common: They were made of pure gold, and they all stood at life-size.

“Well, where do you want to go first?” Arin asked, as though the fountain didn’t strike him as odd.

[Ti-Link]

The warrior's footsteps seemed so faint, that he could hear the echo even over the few voices in the huge main room of the school.

This was nothing like the Earth school he had gone to. Their main lobby consisted of hallways and frames of pictures lining the walls of past and present teachers. This; was impressive. Expensive as well, to say the least.

It must have cost two bank robberys worth to build this thing...

Vitros's eyes scanned the room quickly, but slowly to anyone that happened to be watching his eye. Measurements, mass, everything was written down in his mind like pencil to paper. They also caught curiousity to the almost living, gold fountain in the middle of the room.

"Well..." he began, looking down the three hallways on each wall before them, as well as the two staircases leading to the upper floors; wondering where the hell everything was in this structure. Those questions were answered by his eye. He was also unaware that it was active with its odd colors. "...I have no idea. How about that field that way? It looks like a training ground from what I see."

The mages' finger pointed towards the wall in front of them. Still unaware that he was pointing at a dead end; he was seeing the clearly visible field through a good estimated twenty or so walls.

"Is that alright?" he asked as he looked toward Arin.