The mage walked through the east, his reclaimed staff warm in his hand, thumping with every other step. He looked all of ten years old, but there was definitely a power to him, and to that staff. He nodded to the young man as he came close to him, a simple greeting, his mind elsewhere.

He still wore his armor, which looked like a huge voluminous fantasy cape for someone older than he appeared to be. He looked like a little kid playing dress up.