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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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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.]
Tagging any NPC who might be around.
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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!
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Here might be a good place to start.]
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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]]
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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.]
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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.]]
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The Great Wh-elf? It's good to meet you. I am called Curufin.
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[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.
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That's an interesting title, especially for one so young.
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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.
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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?
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[[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.]]
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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.
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[[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.]]
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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 :)
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And indeed, the first muffin, mostly gone, is resting on the desk, looking very forlorn with the sudden absence of books and mage.]]
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I suppose magic can't solve this thorny problem currently plaguing your kingdom, then?
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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?
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[[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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