“Kazimir. You helped us out with the threat in the cove. We are havin a meeting about your guilds presence. We’d like ya to come and speak you peace.”
The wind mage’s head shifted back “Oh. I see,” he replied with a mild amount of startlement. He knew this time would come eventually but to know there was so much concern that they would be meeting was a shock. “Of course. Just let me know when and where,” he replied with a pensive nod.
The fisherman turned away, his bag of clothes still slung over his salty shoulder. “Tonight. The house that overlooks the docks. It's the port masters place. And thanks again. No matter how the talk goes.” The fisherman spoke over his shoulder.
“Anytime and I’ll be there. Thank you,” Kaz responded. The fisherman walked away and Kaz strolled through the streets. His mind pondering all the outcomes of the meeting and going over what he would say. He had imagined himself as a man that would bring knights together and they would make their claim by their deeds and facing off against crime. It seemed things were far more political than that. It was something he still needed to get used to.
He headed for the docks early with the intent of getting to know the place a little better. He stopped by the pier. It was this very place that had rebirthed his passion for being a knight.
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