Following the forceful ejection of the Firebrand boy, the Guildmistress floats down to the floor, the pressure evaporates and the young human girl is helped to her feet by Shen.

  “An amazing use of power, the fabric of the clothes around me not even rippling.” Marco thinks to himself as he pushes himself back to his feet, helping others to their feet as well. He makes eye contact with some of the others that managed to stay on their knees, nodding in acknowledgement of their shared feat.

  “Please come to the second floor of the Guildhall.” A voice once again sounds close to his right ear. “Past the job boards, just follow the right wall until you reach the back wall.”

  Marco follows the directions, walking around people and headed toward the stairs set into the back wall. He goes up the stairs and finds himself in front of the Guildmistress.

  He hurriedly bows to the diminutive woman and only stops when she gestures for him to do so.

  “So, you are Oren’s newest pupil, eh? I am Samirah Lon, Guildmistress of Woodholme.” Samirah introduces herself.

  “Yes, Oren has trained me a little. You know him?” Marco asks,

  “We got way back; I’ve known that scary prick for years.” Samirah says, hovering a few feet off the ground, putting her height at near equal to Marco’s six feet. Marco laughs at her comment about Oren, having had a similar nickname for the old elf himself. “I saw that you resisted the Mana pressure that I used to lockdown the common room earlier. Most impressive.”

  “Thank you, I have been practicing that technique on my own time as well.” Marco says but worries that he made a mistake when he sees Samirah freeze for a moment.

  “And tell me, how did you come up with the idea for that young man.” A more serious attitude taking over her body in an instant. “Meet a certain extradimensional tree?”

  “Yes, I did. Woodholme pulled me in to its little grove between worlds on one of my first days here.” Marco says.

  “That old tree loves meeting Travelers. I won’t ask if it gave you any extra goodies but know that I am curious.” Samirah says, beginning to glide down the hallway, gesturing for Marco to follow her.

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  They walk a minute or so down the corridor before turning right into a well-appointed office, dark wood furniture along with plush chairs and pictures on the wall dance with Mana and magic, swirling in patterns and flashing gently with color.

  “Please sit, I wanted to speak to you about your goals regarding the Guild.” Samirah says, kicking her feet up on the desk.

  Marco sits, crossing his legs, marveling at how comfortable the chairs in this world are. “I haven’t been on Omnia for very long, so my goals are far from concrete.” Marco begins, “I am enjoying magic, even for magics sake alone. Creating something from nothing is something that brings me great joy. I would say my short-term goals are to learn more about Omnia, Woodholme, and Magic.”

  “Good goals at least in the short term. It is a good sign that those goals did not include combat, I know you have had some controlled combat experience, with Oren and Coron. Real combat with foes whose only goal is to kill you is very different than a spar.”

  “Yes, I know at least in theory,” Marco says. “Long term goals would include learning more about the local cuisine, maybe opening a restaurant of my own, and learning the most I can about my magic.”

  Samirah nods, “Worthy goals, I enjoy eating and would love a chance to try Traveler food.”

  “I don’t think its my place to invite you to House Ivory but I occasionally cook with Ethil and Doris, helping with breakfast or dinner usually.” Marco says, “But if you’re friends with Oren, I am sure you could snag an invitation somehow.”

  “The Ivorys are wonderful and I’m sure I could show up on the front door proclaiming that I am hungry and they would whisk me inside and stuff me full of delicious food.” Samirah chuckles, “On to the meat of the matter. I want you for the Adventurer’s Guild, Travelers always have a large influence on local battlefields and with Oren training you I’m sure you will be a force to be reckoned with.”

  “I always planned to swear the Oath, Guildmistress. I don’t see myself just settling in one town when I have a brand-new world to explore.” Marco says, “I want to make Woodholme a safer place, swear the Oath in a few days after passing my test and then join House Ivory on the wall for their shift.”

  “You have a noble spirit Marco, not many would find themselves in a new world and be able to take it in stride so well.” Samirah smiles Marco, “Now, I have kept you long enough. It is nearing midafternoon and I wouldn’t want you to be late for your training with Oren.” She uses finger quotes around the world training, making Marco shiver in remembrance of the last session of training.

  “I will take my leave then Guildmistress. Thank you for taking your time to speak with me.” Marco stands and turns to walk out of the office.

  “Goodbye Marco, I’m sure I will see you soon. Hopefully at dinner.” Samirah says, watching him walk out of the office, right as he is taking the final step through the doorway she calls. “Marco, that armor spell you developed is very well formed. Excellent job, rarely have I seen such a well-crafted spell.”