C.A.R.P.S.

[Dusty_Eves]

Speaks of Death walks in the tower, wiping the sweat from his brow, thankful to have reprieve from the oppressive heat. Speaking in Wood Elvish "Aurora, are you about the tower m'lady?"

[Sylas Hay]

*a small tornado like dust cloud winds itself around Speaks of Deaths legs and then continues further into the Tower slipping up the steps and out of sight*

[Rianna Lindsay]

*A reply comes from down the hall*

Yes Speaks, I am here

[Dusty_Eves]

Speaks of Death walks down the hall looking about with mild bemusement. "It seems more weather is moving indoors," Speaks remarks switching to Wood Elven. "I'd hoped I might trouble you for some magical instruction." Speaks pulls out his spellbook, thumbing through his notes, "with a little further study of Spell Power I think I'm ready to learn the my first third tier spells. While my private studies have been fruitful, I suspect I'd fare better under some guidance."

[Rianna Lindsay]

I can teach you to expert and a little extra if you have the time.

[Dusty_Eves]

That would be quite appreciated, thank you.

[Rianna Lindsay]

*she leads him outside where they will be more comfortable*