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playground!” These words came from an elderly mage with a grey beard and hair, clad in a violet mage robe and a pointy hat with golden embroidery. Apparently, games didn't ring a bell to him.
    It took a while till Magnus even dared to speak. “Excuse me, but we're actually here to see the Guild Master. Could you please tell us where to find him?” said Magnus in a slightly shaking voice, happy that his composure was correct, but it didn't seem to make a difference.
    The mage in a violet robe narrowed his eyes, “And what could kids like you want from the Guild Master? I can't pester him with every pointless bit of rubbish,” he snarled with undisguised scornfulness. Apparently, he couldn't wait to get rid of them; there were too many books to read and too many spells yet to learn for him to waste his time with these insolent brats.
    Neither could the kids wait to get rid of that grumpy old wizard. Magnus decided to quickly show the recommendation letter from Valezar before they would be chased out like burglars, so he pulled it out of his backpack without hesitation. With the utmost effort to stay calm and polite, he handed it over to the old mage standing on the doorstep. “I'm not sure if you know him. I've got it from Sir Valezar from the Pathico company,” said Magnus carefully, hoping the mage would finally let them in. Why did all citizens of Ragna have to be so stout?
    The mage plucked the scroll out of Magnus' hand and he gave him a rather unfriendly gaze, as if he couldn't even believe that he was forced to read because of these unwelcome visitors. He unfolded it wordlessly, as his eyes slid down its contents rapidly. “Huh... The old loony still lives? Hm!” he snorted.
    Magnus didn't expect such an unfriendly attitude towards Valezar in the Mages Guild. Suddenly, he wasn't sure if they were talking about the same person so he decided to add a few words to clarify. “He... he was a member of the Mages Guild,” he stuttered, but the grumpy mage didn't seem to grow any fonder of Valezar.
    “ Of course. He was ,” said the mage peevishly and as he released one end of the parchment, it rolled back in one swish. “I am afraid I will not be able to let you in. The Guild Master is very busy at this time; and I cannot disturb him with vanities like this.” The mage punched the scroll back into Magnus' hand. “Off you go now,” he said with a malevolently victorious sneer on his face and would have already cast them out, if he didn't notice a sudden change in the children's disappointed expressions.
    Magnus' eyes popped wide open, but Maren almost stopped breathing. A real mage!
    “Since when are you my manager, Solas?” calmly said another man, suddenly emerging from the dark hallway. The sound of this voice made the grumpy mage jump ludicrously in shock, which made Maren and Magnus let out a small snigger. But the mage standing behind Solas had nothing of an old man's looks; he must have been the youngest member of the whole Mages Guild, there was no doubt about that. He was dressed in a heavy black robe, embroidered with silver ornamental patterns. A single glance was enough to understand that the fabric his clothes were made of was very luxurious and expensive. His long, raven black hair was reaching far beneath his shoulder blades, and his eyes, dark blue like the night sky with glittering stars, enchanted his face with a mysterious and noble look. He was holding a long mage staff overlain with Obsidian stones that was taller than himself.
    “ They came to see me , so I will decide if I let them in or not,” said the man in the expensive black robe and with a charming smile on his face, he looked at Maren and Magnus. “I bid you good day. I am Zimbadur Elric Ravan, the Head Master of the Ragnan Mages Guild. Please, come in,” he said in a very pleasant and kind tone, as he made a step aside, so that his little guests could enter. Zimbadur and Solas seemed as different as black and white.
    When the