I wish to tell you of a meeting I had with a mage who said he was a tutor in the guild a long time ago, but who wanders so often, many had forgotten him. I think he may have been on a return journey. He spoke in rhyme, which I find inefficient, but it did seem to hold my attention.
Misty morning,
frost crunching footsteps,
small mouse runs, figure approaching
Staff strikes ice on small puddle,
Hood low, striding forth
Mind wrapped in old riddle
Path on path, walking on walking,
thought on thought, time on time
Passing many without talking
The mage walks on.
Walk the world, heavy hearted
Hefty weight this knowledge holds
Think on how this all had started
Was I foolish or very bold
Younger of course, I saw him coming
A mage or a mirror, I question now
Striding past me, had me running
I stood in his path and gave a bow
No word he said, and my voice faltered
Nod he did, his hood held low
Globe on his staff, its aura... altered
His hand raised gently bade 'Follow'
Walked we did and learning found me
Difficult tasks and many bends
Till one day, mages grave afore be
And now I walk without my friend
But many steps on the path are past me
Turning back is not a choice
So onward, forward, that it will be
And quiet to this historic voice
I am the walking mage and BY MY WILL
I find the secrets that others fear
Teach I can, but those who listen still
Follow only when your thoughts are clear
I do not know if he will reach the guild again but I will look for his return, I think much could be learned from this man.
Alley back to the library foyer.
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