Allen stepped through the heavy metal gates of the Black Tower of the Forge, leaving the scorching air sealed behind him. The cool breeze of the academy washed over his face, refreshing him.
He stood in the plaza before the tower, glancing up at the massive structure, which was as stout and solid as a live volcano.
Master Mercer's words still echoed in his mind.
Allen stood there for a moment, lost in thought, before taking the cold, metal business card from his pocket.
On it was a name, Eleanor, and a string of runic coordinates indicating an office location.
His current income probably wouldn't cover all his expenses. He decided to invest in himself first, to begin his initial accumulation of capital.
He infused a trace of Magic Power into the card. The string of Runes lit up, projecting a faint blue beam of light before him that pointed toward the academy's administrative district.
