The words of Sage Raph echoed like a mantra within Lucas's thoughts as he made his way slowly back toward the inn. Each step he took was steeped in reflection, his mind still tethered to the profound conversation they had just shared. It wasn't only the artifact or the ancient alchemic knowledge that stirred him so deeply, it was the gravity of the Sage's warning. For someone of such lofty stature to speak so earnestly, so personally, meant that the path ahead would not only be paved with opportunity, but also danger cloaked in fine silk and hidden behind warm smiles.
Lucas knew he had to tread with great caution now. His actions in recent days, especially the events surrounding his alchemic improvisation. He was no longer a quiet face blending into the crowd, he was becoming a figure of speculation, of admiration and envy. Power, no matter how well-intentioned, was a flame that drew eyes from every corner, and not all eyes watched with goodwill.
