[u]Fritz[/u]

The day that he spent with Fimion had been fascinating, if not somewhat marred by the fact that Kirin was gone. The young man had taken him to a river that was about an hour’s ride away from where they were staying, the pair talking the entire time as they rode on Ada’s a wagon with Willow and Meryl trotting casually ahead. Fritz explained in great detail how he had come to be in Emanseria and the events that had lead up to him joining Ada, including his experience with Aergar and the raven. In return he had bombarded Fimion with countless questions as he usually did, asking about magic, alchemy, elves, fae and countless other topics. 

Once they had reached the lake Fimion had proceeded to go through the alchemy scrolls with him, though he only knew very few words his understanding of magic and alchemy were sufficient to answer any questions the boy had. Fimion explained that he was unable to use magic, but he understood the concept behind it – and so tried to get Fritz to unsuccessfully manipulate a pebble for a while before he switched to trying alchemy. 

“There are many different ways to cast a spell” he explained “there are numerous words which can be used from what I understand to achieve the same goal. The way I would levitate a pebble is like this: [i]‘volare, gutta sibilus’[/i] as he spoke the small stone in his hand flew into the air somewhat chaotically before he whistled and it dropped back into his hand. “Lady Lovelace uses different words. Hers are probably better, considering I’ve had basically no training. But I’m sure she’ll make sure that you learn everything eventually, but for now you can practise with these words.” 

Fritz had tried countless times, but to no avail. Fimion chuckled before reassuring him that with practise it would happen. He just needed to learn to think the right way and tap into the energy that lived within the world. 

By the time they had returned to the inn Fritz had given up on the spell for the moment, but was buried in Ada’s scrolls reading everything he could. He was making notes in a notebook that he had pulled from his bag, using his knife to quickly sharpen the only pencil he had brought with him. 

Aergar had returned to the group, something that Fritz didn’t mind. He was curious to know what had happened with the imp since he had been gone. He looked somehow different, but Fritz couldn’t put his finger on it. 

Fritz had tried several different spells that he had found in the scrolls, Ada correcting his pronunciation each time he spoke another incantation. As he read aloud [i]“Quinque dies crescere”[/i] he jumped as suddenly he felt the strangest sensation he had ever felt. It was like every part of him was tingling and coming alive, but at the same time he could feel something leaving him, draining slowly away. A small bean that Ada had given him (along with the pebble, some string and a mug filled with water) suddenly sprouted and grew into a young sapling, roots shooting out as they grew longer. Fritz cried out in surprise before he grinned massively, realising what had just happened. He had finally managed to use magic, something he had never dreamt of actually being able to do. At that moment he realised that this was actually happening, and his mind soared at the countless thoughts and ideas about what he could potentially do one day. 

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Fritz continued to pore through Ada’s scrolls as the wagon bounced along, he occasionally glanced through the small window at the surroundings, regretting somewhat that he couldn’t pay full attention the land they were going through. As the wagon eventually stopped and Ada busied herself with casting numerous spells to disguise it as an old wreck Fritz watched and listened carefully, taking note of how easily she did it all. It still took him a huge amount of concentration to do even the simplest of things. As they began their trek into the forest Fritz wondered what they were doing, making sure his dagger was in his had he carefully examined the forest around him as they followed Aergar through the numerous trees and foliage. 

As Ada and Fimion reached the cave that she was taking them to she stopped and took a seat, huffing as she said [b]“I'm getting old Fimion. This body has had it too comfortable. I have become an old fat librarian, I'm no longer the woman I used to be” [/b]. He grinned and shook his head before he retorted “Well you don’t look it” he said in earnest “besides, age is just a number I’ve come to find.” He let his gaze linger for a few moments as he smiled at her, before he turned as the others approached them.

Moving into the cave Fritz gazed around, withholding the numerous questions that were building in his mind. As he walked he watched Aergar before he suddenly asked “So Aergar, how are you? You seemed a little...” pausing for a moment as he searched for the right word “...unsettled before. What even happened with that staff thing?” his curiosity about the whole thing had been gnawing at him since it had happened.