The wind picked up and blew past the mage. His robe fluttered in the wind as he looked back over his shoulder. A small family approached from behind. They smiled at the wind mage and he gave a careful nod back. The smile on the child’s face shifted to fear, seeing the man given the title of wizard saint but standing as a dark race. The child hid, and Kaz turned back to his task.
Without a word he quickened his pace, leaving the family behind, and emerged into the small town on the outskirts of the main city. He pulled his robe up closer to his face, concealing who he was.
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