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After eating and writing for a while Alexander had wandered back into his tent and searched his small bookshelf.  The books on it were written in a large number of languages, some of them were even titled in the same magic runes that he wore on his cloak.  It had taken years to gather them and all of their knowledge was invaluable.  No two book covered the same subject and all of them were advanced in their own areas.  He had read each and every one of them through once, but had yet to test many of the ideas out or even theorize about them.  One book he had gone through and tested and experimented with every idea, and it was titled Geomancy.  The art of controlling magic through geometry and mathmatics.  It was what had allowed him to develop this tent, and many of the ideas inside had allowed him to become a Wizard of the Southern Isles.  Unfortunately his familiarity with it allowed Alexander to recognize that there would be nothing inside to help him here.  A long night of reading was ahead.

Then he heard someone.  A woman.  He had expected someone to approach him eventually.  With every intention of turning her down, Alexander walked to the entrance and opened the tent flap.  Recognition dawning, he moved to the side and held the flap open.  This was the woman he had noticed before.  Her aura was strong.  Different from the others out there and yet the same.  Women were known in the Southern Isles to be weaker than men in magic, but their finesse was to be envied.  After all, experienced magic users in the isles all knew that finesse was more important than the small amount of strength they lost to men.  "Please, come in.  Would you like something to drink, or eat perhaps?"  Alexander turned and walked away from the entrance, towards a pot of tea he had brewing.  The tent flap would remain open for her until she came in, held up by mysticism.

He poured two cups of tea and carried them to the table.  Though the insides of the tent were rich with magic energy, he created a bubble around the tea cups allowing even an amateur to discern that they were nothing more than that.  Tea.  No poison, nothing more.  There was a hint of cinnamon added in for flavor.  Alexander had thought it a horrible idea until one traveler insisted he try it, and sure enough that cinnamon made the tea taste like nothing he ever had before.  Sometimes Alexander thought that cooking could be as interesting as magic, but since magic existed cooking could only ever be a hobby for him.