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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 1543869" data-attributes="member: 15549">*Walking back into the guildhall, Jabin approaches another of Sarwen's helpers and requests to look at any arcane writings that they may have for purchase. While Jabin himself had not been requested to pen scrolls in exchange for room and board, it was not an uncommon occurance, and many senior mages Jabin had seen pass through often used the scribing of scrolls as a test for their apprentices, to see if they had a firm mastery of the rudiments of arcane theory. As the assistant pulled the scrolls he felt Jabin would have the most need of, Jabin began reading the small labels stamped on each one.*Detection of the Undead....always a useful spell to have if one is entering tombs or lost cities. Detection of Secret Doors....invaluable for the times when a hallway reaches a dead end, and you know there must be another route somewhere. Alarm...for the times when a watch must be stood, even if you are not awake to stand it. Magic Missle...while often the first offensive spell that many learn, its usefulness last will last until a mage retires from the road. Yes...I think these four should do for now.*Placing his letter of credit before the clerk, Jabin was preparing to walk away when his eyes caught sight of the two small flasks with an abjuration rune etched on the outside of each. Seeing Jabin's questioning gaze, the clerk quickly informed him that within each flask was a special oil, enchanted to protect the wearer for a short time. Knowing that while he already had the spell in his spellbook, having a secondary source of protection was never a bad thing, especially when riding into unknown lands.""I shall take them both as well, and may I have the remainder of the credit in coins? I need to purchase food for my mount this evening, as well as one last gift before I go."*As the coins were passed his way, Jabin quickly walked to the stables and paid for Honeybee's caring for the night. Tomorrow, she would begin training him on the proper way to ride, and as such, Jabin thought she could use one last night of pampering.*"The sweetest oats you have and some apples for her please. Tomorrow we enter into fate's fickle winds, but tonight, let her feel as if she was a queen among beasts."*Rubbing her head as gently as he prepared to leave, Jabin exits the barn and returns to his room above the guildhall.*</blockquote>

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