Feyrus, noticing the past tense used he avoided asking more about her mother. "We must all follow our own path, it's lucky for you to have found yours so early in life."
Makeda - "Might as well wait it out. The Admiral is out of the city, and I probably shouldn't blow everything I have left at the tracks before competeing."
Paper Mage- Right. Well, some of the competitors are waiting in practice area C or if you'd prefer there is skewered meet for sale in the arena stands.
Makeda - "Yeah. This isn't Sylvan, where you can grind anything into a sausage and expect people to choke it down with a grin. If your brother expects to sell 'meat sticks' to good, sturdy Elexians, he's gonna need to get them drunk first."
Heulen found the same trio of mages the previous applicants had found, and after giving them their information, waited for things to start. Which they did, almost immediately.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
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Morgan- It hasn't been completely smooth sailing, but yeah, I guess I have been fairly lucky.
Paper Mage- My brother is the one selling it... the wife's been harping at me to be more supportive.
Tome Mage- Could you stick to talking about your brother's meat on your own time?
Paper Mage- Er... good luck out there.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.