[Marrowbay city, Faerunia - POV of Sareth, local mage working as Enchanter of clothes.]
Sareth completed the last pretty dress that he had to put a minor fire resistance and a minor sound-dampening enchantment on.
His work for the day had finished, with still light left in the day. It wasn't early or late, 6.30 or 6.45 was the usual time for him. The shop he worked for was the third largest in Marrowbay. He was paid 60 silver coins a day. Pretty good as a first rank mage.
That day, too, like any other day, Sareth walked back to his house slowly. The cold breeze from the ocean was refreshing after being cramped up in a closed building for so long. Normally, thoughts of daily use spells and their different practical usage would have occupied his mind, but today Sareth had something entirely else in his mind.
'There is no reason for me to be invited personally by the Sanctuary; it had to be a mistake of some sort.' Sareth reasoned.
