The snowy streets of Crocus were very welcoming for the young mage who'd only been here for less than a week. Life was hectic and people were on the hustle and bustle, but he had to admit that the architecture of the place in question was admirable and familiar. Of course he wasn't just here to judge the layout of the town and instead had decided he would help out with some quests while he was around for the ball. This specific one involving helping a woman he knew nothing about, but he was sure he'd know her well by the time he was leaving Crocus for his next adventure.
So with his black boots moving through the streets, black sweater and coat on his fit frame and wind pushing against blue denim pants he would exhale with visible condensation. Lady Merlin was only around the corner, the woman assigning him the job, and so when he rounded that same corner his jaw would almost drop at the sight. She was a gorgeous, scantily clad woman with perky bosom and golden eyes much like his own... it was like looking in a mirror of sorts.
Shaking that thought from his head, Amen'ra kindly introduced himself to the mistress of magic who was filling him in on the quest at hand. Merlin had recently ordered something, or rather simply knew a package was coming for her, and had concerns on the well being of her order. Not only had she hired a caravan who apparently wasn't known for their delicacy, but she wanted the sun mage present to help escort them through the town, careful of any delays.
Amen'ra nodded while listening to the woman, aware of her desire to have him arrive at the gates just before the caravan reached them and direct them through the town. That was easy enough, even though he wasn't exactly familiar with the place he was sure he could manage to keep things moving in an orderly fashion at the very least.
A few hours would pass, the sun mage buying himself a quick bite to eat to pass the time before the job, now waiting at the gate while finishing a few french fries. He could see the caravan now, perfect timing as he'd hoped and would interrupt their journey to inform them of their employers request. Some tension buzzed in the air around them while he spoke as he was sure they were tired from their travels, but his main priority was the safety of the package at hand; not their happiness.
With that in mind he would begin guiding the caravan through the streets of Crocus, eager to get to Merlin for a reward for such a simple task. Hopefully things would continue to go as smoothly as they had been as today hadn't been a very eventful day, but only time would tell. For now he would merely ruffle midnight locks of hair as he walked as the head of the caravan train.
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