Evin stood before the important-looking blonde boy of nobility, not really sure what was happening to him. He had just co from the bathroom, and was listening to Arza ntion about how he missed sothing pretty epic. But then his na was ntioned by soone on the stage and he was practically dragged to the stage by so people dressed as high-class servants.
"Are you Evin?" the handso, blonde boy asked.
"I am?" Evin replied.
Weirdly, even though he was in front of so many people, he was taking all this much more calmly than he would've anticipated from himself.
"Why the questioning tone? Are you Evin or not? Son of Edmund the blacksmith, a 2nd grade citizen."
'Who speaks like that?' Evin found himself thinking, before focusing on the reply.
"I am… But," Evin began, but couldn't quite continue.
"Speak up, boy. You're a mage now. Not so simple 2nd grade playing around with hamrs and tals."
Evin was a bit riled up, to be called a boy soone of his own age, but experience was telling him that he probably shouldn't act rudely towards this teenage boy.
"I'm just… a bit confused, is all," he managed to mutter out.
"Have you not heard perform and speak a mont ago?"
"No, sorry. I was away at the, uhh, away from the arena, so I must've missed your… performance."
The answer seed to irk the boy, as he harrumphed and started explaining.
"I heard about your talent of casting magic using your imagination, even though you're not soone of noble origins. Is that true?"
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