It were hallucinations. The drugs he took earlier began kicking in. Like the floor was made of lava, he'd start walking around with an okay-look on his face. A face that spoke many expressions. "What's going on" He'd ask strangers whenever he passed by them. Like he expected a straight forward result. The secret to his life. The secret to the universe. As the evening settled down, it became later and later. The effects had worn off, Maarschalk was tired of walking. While sort of having forget what he'd been up to that day, he started wandering to the docks. Taking a sailboat to his homeboat thingy would be pretty nice. Just as he found a taxi- boat or whatever, he overheard an interesting conversation. Money was at play, and that was something he needed. Maarschalk turned around, leaving the taxi boat and walking towards the direction of the stranger who was talking about an interesting opportunity. He was asking strangers if they could help him out do this really important thing. The person who was trying to get someone to help him was like fifteen years old, an interesting sight to be seen. Since Maarschalk was stuck between a rock and a hard place, he chose to hear him out a little-- see if what he could gain from this escapade would be interesting and well worth it. He did notice that the boy was quite frantic, which was usually a bad sign. He introduced himself as Colin, Colin meet Maarschalk, bla bla. Turns out that Colin needed a mage to assist him in some duties. Duties he himself was responsible for. For him to request someone to help him turned out to be quite interesting. Why did he need this assistance?
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