"Garil!" The child not yet ten years old yelled as he held the bloody body of his brother, tears rapidly descending from their rightful vault. His wails of anguish falling on deaf ears as he took out what seemed to be a pen from a small pouch and began to write on the body.. The precious ink beginning to mix with the blood of the corpse, he was a prodigy, he could already write the two hundred and seventy-three basic runes that all children of his caste must take to heart. At seven years of age he was on par with sixteen year old Runists. And yet nothing he could write would bring his dear brother back, the brother who raised him from a babe. He knelt there for the entire night as their family home burnt to the ground, the guards found him in the morning still crying as he tried to bring his brother back. When they tried to remove him from the body he plunged his pen into one of the guard's arms, the group of five had to incapacitate him with four runes of Sleep and Calm before they could pry him away.
The half-blind man sighed as he remembered the night that his brother was murdered, it was a memory he wished he could bury away under a rune and forget. "Wake up Kivi ol' boy, you still have half a mile before you make it to the nearest Inn, taking a rest here would just be counter productive." The black haired Runist muttered to himself as he shook his head to try to drive off sleep, the night air was cold and refreshing but it also terrible for falling asleep in. You could get a cold. The sound of growling made Kivith smile, staring down at his stomach he patted it a few times. "Yes yes, I haven't forgotten you either. Once we get to the Inn we'll get a big and juicy steak! How does that sound?" The seemingly mad man questioned his own belly, the odd thing that it responded quickly with a loud gurgling sound. "Good, now we both have something to look forward to. Don't we Sur?" Kivith asked what appeared to be himself, any onlooker would've been scared off by the man's obvious insanity. But as his dark cloak stirred it revealed itself to be a relatively small pot belly pig most likely a piglet tucked under the man's arm.
"Finally, are you ready to walk for yourself know?" Kivith laughed as he set down the little porker, resuming his walk as the swine kept pace beside him. "Why couldn't you have been a donkey? I would love for a companion who could help me carry my equipment, maybe even me when I get tired." Kivith complained as the proud pig beside him squealed before pitifully banging it's head against the Runist's foot in a sad charge. "Oh no, I've seemed to have offended the great and mighty Sur, I must make it up to him with two big and juicy steaks!" Kivith roared with great exaggeration as he mocked the little friend. But as pig's didn't understand the concept of sarcasm the adolescent boar squealed with delight as he thought his big Mage friend was going to be generous.
"Ah! Finally we're here!" Kivith announced with gusto, speeding up as he saw the Inn in the distance, the prairie road was becoming a stale view. The first day on it was beautiful, the golden fields of grain, the bright green grass up to his knees, and the angry grazing animals. Needless to say Kivith was now bored with the scenery, he was ready to sleep on something other then his bedroll now. As his friend began to walk with haste Sur did as well, with a quick glance over his shoulder Kivith's face broke out in a great smile, breaking out in a dead run they began a race. "Come on Sur, we need to work up an appetite, I'm paying for dinner!" Kivith yelled, his small boar companion despite his size was right on his heels, keeping up with him the entire time as they sprinted towards the Inn. Reaching it in a matter of minutes they were both out of breath and laughing, well Kivith was laughing. Sur was making some sort of choking noise that Kivith took as laughing. "Well I'm starved, lets get those steaks." The Runist said to his companion, opening the door and walking in before they sat down at a table near the door. Before long a serving woman approached them, Kivi knew within moments that she was a Mortal. He had no prejudice against Mortals, but he found that they usually made dull company. But this was a stunning example of the female form, large breasts, pretty face, and swaying hips. Even in her rags for clothing she caught the Mage's attention. "I was wondering if I could get three steaks, one for me, and two for my little friend." Kivith smiled as he heard Sur's approving snort, which brought the serving woman's attention downwards. "Oh my! I..I'll bring them as soon as they are ready." The serving woman seemed startled, almost spilling a large amount of wine on Kivith, this brought the Mage out of her spell. She was pretty sure, but Kivith was far to busy to waste time wooing a pretty girl. As she walked away Kivith smiled a lazy smile, resting his head on his hand he waited for his meal to arrive.
