Filrian Darsmoon's Home

"Interesting. So, you live around here?"

"Down closer to the harbor. My father's a sailor." Evander explained, turning onto a street that headed toward the water.

"A sailor, eh? Fascinating. I have always wanted to meet a sailor."

*OOC*

Perhaps we should continue this in Evander's house's topic.

Good plan. *heads over there now*

Filrian woke and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His mind had been on Evander throughout the night. "So he's to be a necromancer." He sighed. "What an odd twist of fate that I should train one." He rotated into a sitting position.

He got dressed and grabbed a sandwich on his way out the door.

He breathed in the cool morning air. "Glorious." He walked in the direction of the Academy.