Sparks Seeking to Ignite The Flame

A few miles outside of Peace Village was the walled town of Galdrabók, home to the guild of the same name, a thriving town that made most of its income from the travelers who stopped by in search of lodging and food. However, the town had plenty of long-term residents, shop owners, innkeepers, teachers who worked at the small towns one and only school, and of course the guild members who worked at the large guild hall that sat in the middle of town. The warm and clear spring day saw to it that there were plenty of people out and about the town going about their daily business and helping keep the economy of the small town flowing. The infrastructure of the town was weaved in with the natural elements, vine-gardens growing up the sides of buildings, trees growing straight through the roofs of some buildings, bridges built over the ponds and creeks as to not disturb forest that had claimed the town before it was purchased by the Vroman family ten years ago. Among this beautiful coexistence of nature and man was a young red-haired mage by the name of Theodore Vroman who was making his weekly round through the town, helping around however he could. After making his last few stops he checked his watch to see that it had barely cracked noon, the number of odd jobs around town having started decreasing once the number of more permanent residents reached over one hundred as they themselves formed a community of people willing to help each other out when they needed it. With his duties done for the day, he decided to stop by one of the more popular magic shops in town in hopes of purchasing replacements for his fire tome which had been slightly damaged in his last sparring match with his partner as the two prepared for the upcoming Grand Magic Games.