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Need to see my class trainer

[Curufin isn't in any hurry to leave the castle - since all his immediate wants seem to be taken care of here, he has mainly been occupied pacing the corridors to form a mental map of the place, in his room committing his discoveries to paper in neat, flawless Tengwar, or occasionally toying with the Orb, watching the others rather than making any special effort to communicate. The others seem to be quite interesting, the young princess in particular, but he feels that he hasn't learned much from his observations. In particular, he's wondering why his brothers are not here - he'd seen Celegorm go down, and Caranthir had run off on his own somewhere like an idiot, so they're presumably dead too. There's also the matter of why his clothes have been exchanged for robes.

Curufin has his own theories, but he'd rather find out from someone who knows for certain. Jumping to conclusions and making unfounded assumptions never ends well. It's probably what got him killed, in fact. Had he been less busy laying waste to the royal guard he might have spotted the archer taking aim from the upper gallery - but that's the past now. Not only the past, it's no longer his world.

In the late afternoon he decides to go out. Lighting a lantern (so distracted by his musings he doesn't notice he has used neither taper or matches), he draws his robes around him and wanders the hallways in search of someone official, who might be able to explain a little more to him. If it's a hero they are after, there's no harm in being proactive.

Some food might also be good.]

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[[The hallways are oddly rather empty no matter where Curufin may choose to wander, only the occasional passing servant bustling by, looking rather put upon as if something sudden had come up.

However, if he should wander into the royal library, he will find a boy of about 12 in white robes, sitting at a table laden with large texts of an arcane nature, absentmindedly munching on a muffin as he studies. Not very official looking, but at least he's not another harried servant!

[Curufin likes books. He likes the smell of them, he likes expanding his knowledge of the world, he likes seeing his father's script all over the pages. When none of the people he meets on his wanderings seem willing or able to stop and chat, he follows directions and ends up at the doorway of the library, where he leaves his lantern and enters, taking time to examine his surroundings.

Here might be a good place to start.]

[[It's a rather well stocked library, or at least so it seems so until one takes a closer look at the titles of the myriad books lining the walls. There's a lot of repetition of book titles with at least 40 copies of "Tales Past the Wall" with various different bindings, quite a few copies of "Three Sisters of Ill Fame," "How to Succeed in Kingship Without Really Trying," "The Catching of the Mole and other Bawdy Tales," and similar titles.

It would seem the white robed youth is the library's only occupant, and a keen eye may note that there's no empty spaces on the shelves that would account for his stack of books. Certainly the books he has around him are of a totally different caliber than those lining the walls.

The boy also seems to not have noticed Curufin yet, far too absorbed in his reading]]

[Curufin runs his finger over the spines of a couple of books, lingering over How to Succeed in Kingship... but not picking any up. He gives the impression of not being entirely sure what he's searching for.

Eventually he goes over to sit at the table where the boy is reading. Perhaps he's the librarian's apprentice or an unusually precocious student, staying late to study. Curufin taps gently on the table to get his attention.]

[[The boy looked up with a blink, eyes taking just a moment to shift focus to peer at the person before him. There's a moment's pause before he frowns, chest puffing up in put on arrogance before he speaks, voice coming out a bit deeper sounding than it should.]]

Who dares to disrupt the studies of the Great Wh--

[[He pauses, head tilting a moment before he leans forward to peer at Curufin, arrogant expression evaporating into a much more childish curiosity.]] Elf? [[His voice, matching the change in expression is also far more childish, sounding far more the part, if not younger than his appearance.]]

[little smile]

The Great Wh-elf? It's good to meet you. I am called Curufin.

[[A frown]] Kori is Kori! [[corrects in a very childish tone]] Didn't there was an Elf... Not like El-- [[a pause before he corrects himself]] Not like Azak. Different kind of elf?

I'm from a different place, so I probably am.

[rubs ear thoughtfully; his elf status hasn't really crossed his mind as anything unusual, but he does seem to be outnumbered here by humans]

[a little more briskly] Kori, then. I've come seeking information. I wonder if you'd be so kind as to point me in the direction of your master.

[[There's a bit of a haunted look for just a moment on the boy's face]] Master's gone.... But Kori can answer questions! [[Perks up with a smile.]]

... I'm sure you can, but I'd prefer to speak with an adult.

[[He frowns, puffing up slightly and re-adopting that arrogant persona]] Are you saying that the Most Powerful White Mage in the land isn't good enough to answer your questions?

[blinks]

That's an interesting title, especially for one so young.

[[He smiles smugly]] Master said I was the best ever, which is why he trained me. [[There's a bit of the childish persona sneaking back into that boast.]] I've studied magic my entire life!

[Curufin grins; something about the child, and particularly about that smug smile, reminds him of himself in his younger days.

A few sparks trail from Curufin's fingers as he raises a hand to scratch his head, perhaps at the mention of magic. He doesn't appear to have noticed. He's got a relaxed smile now, meaning to humour the boy and his boasting.]

Really? Magic? Go on, then. Show me some.

[[Kori eyes those sparks a moment before perking up, arrogant persona vanishing]] Okay! [[There's a small poof as the books around him vanish into air as he stands up, grinning happily.]] What did you want to see?! Make it a challenge, something hard! Something Kori's never done before!

[Curufin looks... somewhat taken aback. For him, magic means either silly sleight-of-hand and coin tricks, or dark sorcery of various sorts. He certainly wasn't expecting that.

Still, he decides to go along with it. It's too fasciating not to.]

Something hard, eh?

... how about passing me that book - [gestures a heavy volume on a nearby shelf] without moving your hands or feet?

[[There's a very disappointed look]] That isn't hard at all...

[[He make a very small gesture and the book on the shelf vanishes, only to reappear less than a second later at Curufin's feet]]

Summoning is easy, pick something hard! [[There's a very childish insistence and a touch of pout at that demand.]]

[Curufin picks up the book to reassure himself it's real, heavy and leatherbound, and has indeed been transported by magic. Again there's a bit of a static crackle and a couple of sparks.]

I've heard tell of a wicked sorcerer whose minions could take the shapes of beasts, birds and bats, and fly.

I bet you can't fly.

[[another disappointed look]] That's just levitation!

[[Another small gesture and there's a spark of blueish white energy at his feel that slowly lifts him off the ground. He sits, mid air, the soft, invisible cushion of magic beneath him. Almost as an afterthought he reaches out and plucks a muffin out of thin air to munch on.]]

[The elf has managed not to allow his mouth to drop open in shock at the sight of the child who can apparently break all natural laws without any apparent effort. He manages some weak applause.]

That's... very impressive.

[The muffin looks tasty. He wonders if the boy has forgotten about the half-eaten one on his desk.]

sleep o'clock for me, night :)

It's not really! It's really basic! Levitation is just using magic to lift yourself up! [[Kori protests earnestly, looking almost disappointed.

And indeed, the first muffin, mostly gone, is resting on the desk, looking very forlorn with the sudden absence of books and mage.]]

[Curufin thinks, and not just about taking the muffin.]

I suppose magic can't solve this thorny problem currently plaguing your kingdom, then?

[[shakes his head with an unhappy look, deflating back to his childish self.]] It just comes back when Kori banishes it! That's why Kori's studying!

I see.

Well, if there's anything I can do to help... I've been summoned here, but I'm not entirely sure what is expected of me.

By the by, are you going to eat that?

[[Kori's reply to the first comment was distracted by the question. He blinked once, looking at the muffin]] Yes... If you're hungry, I can make more!

[[And with a cheerful smile, that same table that before was laden with books is now laden with all sorts of sweet breads and muffins of all sorts of flavors.]]

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