"Stupid brat, show me some respect first before talking about manners," The ruffian said, as he walked up to Elias, towering over him with his massive frame
"What is your name?"Elias asked
"Huh? Look at this brat. Well if you must know the person who will send you to the healer's ward, I am Igor the conqueror" He replied
"Igor.. what a stupid name"
"Brat, I'll kill you!" Igor barked, charging at Elias with full speed and a loaded fist, the floorboards creaked with each step he took.
"[Bladewalk](Improvised no sword style)"
Elias sidestepped, and used the momentum from Bladewalk in addition to Igor's momentum to send the ruffian flying across the room and crashing into Belford's desk
"Huh?" A puzzled look appeared on Igor's face, 'Did I just get flung? By that brat? No, I must have slipped or something, that's right I slipped' he thought to himself
He rose up and charged at Elias again, this time a little more cautious in his approach, but before he could reach Elias, pieces of the broken desk flew at him at Elias' will, scratching him all over his body, nicking bits of flesh from his body causing the ruffian to retreat.
"You're lucky we are in the Golden Bazaar, else you would have been dead ten times over," He said, giving Igor a condescending look.
"You..you're a mage!"
"Officially I'm not but you could say that"
"Why are you doing this? Is it because of that geezer? Well, it doesn't matter. I've beaten plenty of mages to death. You will just be a nice addition to the tally" He smirked
"Is that so?" Elias smiled back at him
"Fear not my lady for he is just a boy, and even if he is the child of light, he has not gotten his blessings yet.
Not to add, Igor's strength is comparable to an apprentice-level mage, need I remind you my Lady how far that is from my strength? I will bring victory to Ravencrest," The cloaked figure assured
"Good. Elias Ashdown, you will be mine" She declared with a mischievous grin on her face.
Elias scratched his ear with his pinky finger, "Is someone talking about me? Why is my ear itchy?" He muttered to himself
"Anyways, about this task...Where do I begin? If I need information on something of this nature, there's no better place to start than the fifth district. But first thing first, I need to get some honey-dipped lamb dough" Elias said as he walked in the direction of the fifth district, with his arm resting on the back of his head carefreely.
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Elias arrived at the town square in district five, and the atmosphere was already different from district one and five.
The town square bustled with life, a lively hub nestled at the heart of a quaint, medieval village. Cobblestone streets radiated from a central fountain, which bubbled as townsfolk went about their daily routines. The square was encircled by charming timber-framed houses, their steeply pitched roofs adorned with terracotta tiles and chimneys emitting wisps of smoke.
Dominating the square was a majestic temple of the church of Eternal Light, its Gothic spire pierced the sky. Banners bearing Eldoria's crest fluttered in the breeze, adding splashes of color to the scene.
Market stalls, laden with fresh produce and handmade goods, created a vibrant tapestry of sights and smells.
Merchants and traders called out their wares, their voices a melodic cacophony against the backdrop of clanging blacksmiths and the bleating of livestock.
The air was rich with the scent of freshly baked bread, mingling with the earthy aroma of herbs
Children darted between the stalls, laughing as they played, while townsfolk haggled animatedly over bolts of cloth, baskets of produce, and handcrafted trinkets. In one corner, a juggler entertains a gathered crowd, his practiced movements eliciting gasps of delight.
The town crier, standing atop a wooden platform, delivers the latest news and proclamations, his voice rising above the noise of the noise.