Sunashe walked down the hallway that the butler had directed him to. The man had assured him that the fire magic instructor was not currently giving a class, and could be found in the teacher’s room. Sunashe counted the doorways as he walked along the hall, hoping he’d get the right one. He came to the door the butler had said and knocked.
“Come in.” a voice called out from inside.
Sunashe opened the door and peeked inside. A robed man sat at a desk inside, papers spread out in front of him. He remembered seeing this one before. Lin said his name was Aeramin. His long curly hair was a bright shade of orange-red. He was blind in his left eye and had some scarring on that side of his face. Sunashe stepped into the room. “Hi. I was wondering if you could help me with some rocks?”
The mage blinked and raised a brow. “Rocks?”
Sunashe put down the pack he carried. “Rocks.” The ones he had chosen were small. He’d have to come back with bigger ones as his new lizard grew. He pulled one of them out of the bag. The mage looked on, brow still raised. “I need them enchanted to stay warm. Mages can do that, right?”
Aeramin’s brow lowered and he flicked an ear. “How warm?”
“Warm like the sun was shining on them all morning.” he answered, handing over the rock.
Aeramin placed the rock on the desk cast a quick spell directed at it. “Is that good?”
Sunashe touched the rock. A slight warmth rose from the surface of it. It was perfect. “Can you do the others?” he asked while taking the other two rocks out of the bag.
“Yes. Can I ask why?” Aeramin started casting the same spell on the other rocks.
“It’s for my lizard. I just got it yesterday. I’ll need bigger rocks eventually, but I figured these would be good to start with. You don’t mind if I bring some bigger ones in a few months, do you?”
“I don’t mind.” Aeramin answered, a slightly bemused look on his face. “Oh, by the way, I’ve been meaning to speak to one of the rangers, and since you’re here…”
Sunashe raised a brow as he handed over the other two rocks. “Yes?”
The mage took the rocks and put them on the desk. “I’ve been hoping to ask if you could watch for my father while on your patrols. He lives in town, but he hasn’t been home for the past couple of weeks, and no one in town has seen him. The last time I saw him, he said he was going to get a job, and borrowed one of the hawkstriders from the school. The hawkstrider was back in the stable here the next day, but my father was nowhere to be found. I’m afraid he may have gotten drunk and fallen off in the woods somewhere.”
“Do you know the area where he might have been?” Sunashe thought that would be a good first question to ask about a missing person. The forest wasn’t a small area to check. It would help to narrow it down.
“No,” the mage replied between casting the spells at the two additional rocks. “He rode south out of town, but that’s all I know.”
“Would he have stayed on the path? What does he look like?”
“I’m not sure if he would have stayed on the path. If he was drunk, he may have wandered off of it.” Aeramin handed back the rocks as he continued, answering the second question, “He looks a bit like me. A bit fatter, and maybe an inch taller. His hair is the same color as mine, but his is straight. His beard is fuller. Oh, and he doesn’t like robes, so he usually wears a shirt and pants. He drinks a lot so he probably smells like alcohol.”
Sunashe looked at the mage, and blinked. The hair color was his biggest hint. “You mean Arancon?”
Aeramin looked at Sunashe in surprise, “You know him? He hasn’t caused any trouble, has he?”
Sunashe smiled, “Oh no, he’s no trouble. He’s up at the ranger building.”
“He is?” the mage’s brow went up in question, “What did he do? I don’t have to pay for anything, do I?”
“No, you don’t understand. He’s with the rangers now.” Sunashe answered as he carefully packed the heated rocks back into his bag.
“I’ll go get him later today. I’m sorry if he’s bothered you.”
Sunashe shook his head, “Don’t do that. I mean he’s joined the rangers. He doesn’t need to go anywhere else.”
“What? He’s a drunk, and he’s abusive. He hasn’t worked regularly in over 100 years. It must be someone else.”
“Well, his name is Arancon, and he is going through alcohol withdrawal, but he’s doing very well. The priestess gave us some medicines to help with the withdrawal symptoms and I’ve been making sure he takes them. I took him to practice shooting this morning. As for abusive, I haven’t seen it. I push him around trying to get him motivated too. If he was truly abusive, he would have pushed back, right? I think you might be wrong about your father.”
“You’ve known him for what, a week?”
“Two.”
“Okay, two weeks, and he’s been medicated.”
“True, but many people are changed by alcohol. With it out of his system now, maybe he can be himself again. Surely, you must remember a time before he started drinking when he was a different person.”
Aeramin didn’t respond immediately. He blinked while looking away, eyes fixated on the corner of the room. After a moment he said, “No. I don’t.” He turned abruptly, and began to organize the papers he had left out on the desk.
Sunashe wasn’t sure he was telling the truth, but decided that arguing about it wouldn’t really be productive. “Well, the rangers are willing to give him a chance. He’s staying there with us, and he doesn’t need to be brought back to town. There’s nothing to pay for. In fact, he’s earning his own pay now.”
Aeramin turned again to face Sunashe. “So I’m not responsible for him anymore?”
“He’s responsible for himself. I’m helping him through the withdrawal.”
“What about the house in town that he was staying in?”
“You’ll probably want to discuss that with him, but I’m pretty sure he’s going to stay with us at the ranger building.”
Aeramin fell silent again, simply nodding in response to Sunashe’s last statement. Sunashe tied his pack closed and broke the silence, “Thanks for helping with the rocks. I need to get back to the ranger building.”
“Sure, anytime. Goodbye.”
Sunashe turned and left, eager to leave the mage school.