lance:"there, i do hope you're warm enough."

boy:"thank you sir..."



dylus:"well, remember only me, you and lance even know that you exist, you hear? no one has ever used this storeroom, so keep quiet and try not to attract attention."

boy:"yes sir..."



dylus:"good. i gotta run 'cause atheldene needs me there for some crap about a party or such."

lance:"sir, please remember not to maim any of the servants until after the party..."

dylus:"yes mother..."



lance:"so, since you are staying here, can you please tell me your name?"

boy:"it's sebastian... after sebastian, the patron saint of travel..."

lance:"oh, i see you know a bit of modeerfan history...."



sebastian burst into tears.

lance:"what's wrong?"

sebastian, struggling through tears:"i'm not...ungrateful...honest...it's just...i haven't...been talked to.... like an equal..."

lance:"what do you mean?"

sebastic:"i'm a magic adept!"

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