[b]Conrad Felden[/b]

Another day of training was welcome, but where the stinger was concerned... almost unnecessary. After he got in the mindset of aiming like he would a beam spell, it became pretty easy to aim, if still a bit light on the trigger. Of course, firing at a distance was another story. Even a dwarf made launcher lost power after a distance- and Conrad was useless at arcing shots. The day became different when an ranking officer entered, easily identifiable- wether you judged by the way he walked or by the dress. Instantly, Conrad paused in his practice and snapped to salute, watching the other man’s shot with raised eyebrows. [i]So were the other targets actually hit, or was it illusion? In which case... Would it do any damage?[/i]

...

The speech was a bit of a shock. When Alicia left the room, he looked after her with a bit of pity... and longing. Longing to follow her out and pretend that a second trial was just a joke. But he did not. Conrad would stand at attention until dismissed. The bag of coins made his eyes widen a bit though. A small fortune, to someone who lived off of what the Inquisition gave. The continual reassurances about Alicia were odd though, insistent enough to seem strange. As they were released he followed the others from the room with an unsure expression. He knew where the Bazaar was, but... [i]Fun. What do I find enjoyable?[/i] Conrad sat on his bed, rolling the bag of coins between his hands. [i]Not including eating, sleeping, or bathing...[/i] The question seemed a bit redundant, when put like that. Was there even anything he wanted? Anything he needed?

In the end, Conrad could only sigh and drag himself off the bed, locking his rather bland room behind him and trudging down the halls, eventually exiting the massive building and heading for the Bazaar. Maybe he would get some inspiration by seeing what the other Palidan’s were doing.

[b]Conrad has received gold for shopping in the Great Bazaar.[/b]