The glow in Theron's eyes slowly faded.
At the corner of the room, the attendant didn't dare to speak a word. Theron had just spent an obscene amount of money, and though they were all Gold Mancy Spells, he could clearly see that they were of two types. And any Gold Mancy Spell that was that expensive clearly had an impressive lineage behind it.
By this point, he just wanted to shrink himself as small as possible.
"The process for Three Stripes," Theron said.
The attendant jumped up. "Yes, right, sorry sir. I don't have the authority to push something like this through. Please follow me."
Theron wasn't surprised, so he obliged. It wasn't long before he had been escorted to the top floor, though not short of many issues along the way.
He learned that his attendant's name was Wyzman, and the young man's standing wasn't exactly all that great. The good thing about Wyzman, though, was that he seemed to be very much aware of this.
