Lorlyn sees Rothen and walks straight over to him and sits down next to him. "Rothen! hello there! it's been awhile since I've seen you? where did you go? did you go on some alchemy adventure?" asked lorlyn.

yes i was away in the mountains to the north looking for new rare metals.

Balkan gets up "time for me to go seeya everyone!"

rare metals huh? did you find any? I didn't know you were into metals. but I suppose I should guessed since you like alchemy.

"yes i did find some and I got in touch with a few old friends"

Revan, a shabby, young dwell enters the bolhouse, only to almost run back out again when he sees the magicians... Then he clenches his jaw, and decides to put aside his fear, and go get some bol.

*Rothen spots the youth and calls him over* "Excuse me could you come here a second?"

THe boy stops for a second, and shivers. Then he takes a deep breath, and with uncertain steps, he turns, glares in awe at the Magician, and goes towards him "My Lord", he whispers, and bows polite.

"Th...Th..Thank you, my Lord!" The boy brushes lightly and hurries towards the bartender, and quickly returns with a drink. "Here, my Lord..." The boy shivers with proud, and seem to have forgotten all about his own bol...

THe young man has no words, but gladly sits down with the Magician. When he look at him his gaze his visibly filled with awe...

The young man smiled. "Not for me, it is" he said with a clever tone. "The thieves hold a protecting hand over their employees! Yes, I confess I am a thieves messenger, and of no family of consequence... But it didn't have to be like that." In a moment the young man looked at nothing with a dreaming expression.