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"Then you know what you must do!" Salak said in agreement and clearly pleased with the results of their talk. The bell rang signaling the start of the performance. Folk began to mill towards their seats. "I have a booth booked. Shall we head inside?" It has been a long time since he had had...

"Good." Salak would have been satisfied there with Alistair's decision to think it over. He was not a fool and knew that such situations were not walked into easily. "All that is details. The proper presentation will take care of it. If you get that fortress to come together reliably and firmly...

"You think they wanted me? A sour old spy who hates children?" Salak gave a disgusted huff because he was truly disgusted in the Academy. "Don't fret on any notions of being undesirable Alistair. With Everl... with the loss of Proctor Ebersole and the recent new recruits the Academy needs all...

"You were only speaking that you had more to give. What greater cause than passing on unique knowledge?" He was teasing Alistair a bit with the suggestion but only a bit. It was arguably the feature that he liked most about Alistair. He was a genuine intellect and caught on quickly. "Still an...

Salak's hand slapped the table top hard. "You are of course correct." He whipped his hand through his prematurely grey hair. Slicking it back behind his head. He had complained to any who would listen about what passed for general education at the Academy. His opinion was that far too much time...

Salak took another drink of his absinthe and let it rest on his throat. He was thinking about practical applications, limitations and of course the cost of such a venture. "Once a formula is made, can anyone utilize it?" He studied the effects of College magic, even knew some simple battle magic...

"I see." It was a bit disappointing but nothing impossible to overcome. "Can you make any form of structure or is it specifically a fortress construction?" This was after all exactly what Salak had spoken of. Magical construction. To learn that Alistair had already broken the back of it in runic...

Salak was sincerely impressed. "Bravo, so that's it then, automagic construction." He turned to fully face Alistair, engaged directly now. "What of the materials, must they be present or does the runic magic also provide them?" The devil was in the details and Salak wanted to know exactly how...

"Yes the girl, Kristina was is? You took her whole hand off if I recall the event record correctly." Salak had read a bit on everyone at the Academy, even former students that still remained within the republic, and a few that did not. He initially thought the act was an attempt a murder but it...

"Hmmm." The sound of voices traveled to him, the acoustics of the cavern were handy like that. He could't make out what was being said but that hardly mattered. It was time to begin the real attack. The one that he would tell himself was ultimately necessary. Thankfully he was a good liar...

That was the second time he mentioned them. His little projects. "What are these projects you have? I'm curious." He was, though not as much as he seemed. It was a better topics than the Academy surely. Alistair Krixus

"Please don't." Salak smirked, feeling he'd worked hard enough for six lifetimes. "Visit though, just come by. That would be nice." Dreadlords by profession had few friends and again he thought of Everly. "Hmm Don't be too attached to what the Academy makes you. I know it's powerful but it...

He almost spit up his drink in a coughing laugh at the question. "I never planned on teaching. I was stationed at the Academy because they need experienced Dreadlords to teach. Once my four years are up I'm leaving. Moving to the coast and hopefully dying without ever hearing another stupid...

"Haven't you learned yet?" A darker tone entered Salak's voice as he cast a conspiratorial look at Alistair. "The fight is never over. It goes on and on forever." He traced a circle on the bartop. "It's a cycle. A country like Vel Anir gathers a large army, spends thousands of crowns so it needs...

BRONZE Like any good predator Salak knew the instant his lair was penetrated. Green eyes flickered towards the locked gate of his sanctum through still wet locks of his unnaturally grey hair. Slowly he closed the book and took a sip of his tea. "Hmm." It was a little sweet for his taste but...