Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Jaegar got up, and she too followed him out.

As they stepped out of the train, Jaegar asked, "Are you going to follow me now?"

Satvi replied, puzzled, "It's my stop."

"Didn't you say your destination was the same as the train?"

Jaegar chuckled, thinking that she took it seriously.

"No, it's my stop too."

"Wow," her face lit up, and she said, "See, even our destination is the same."

"So, where are you going?"

Jaegar gave up refusing to her and said, "The spire."

"No way," she clapped her hands, amused.

"Wait, don't tell me you are also going to the spire."

"Yeah, I am," she said in a cheerful tone.

"Why?" Jaegar asked, curiously. He suddenly wanted to know why she was going to the spire. She didn't look like a witch or have any magical energy on her. She seemed like a simple village girl.

"I am here to attend the trial by the coven. Every year they accept apprentices. I am here for that," she replied.

Jaegar knew that the witch spire had a very unique way of trial. And they held unique trials to get accepted into the spire, and most of all, the age limit to participate in the trials. There was a strict age restriction, and girls past the age wouldn't be permitted. Looking at the girl, she seemed to be around in her late teens.

"How old are you?" Jaegar asked her, with a frown on his face.

"Hey, you shouldn't ask a girl, of her age," she chided him, half-mindedly.

"If you are thinking about the trials, then I am past the age to participate in them, but I wanted to try asking them to give me a chance," she said, looking towards the distant spire top. Her expression turned softer.

Then she smiled and said, "Why don't I take you there? I know every part of the city. It's my third time coming here," she said, walking ahead of him.

"You know, they won't just accept past the age restriction, no matter who they were," Jaegar said, looking at her. For some reason, he wanted to tell her that. She seemed like a good girl.

"I know."

"Then why?"

"I have my own reasons."

"Alright."

Then they both walked out of the station, and she called for a carriage.

Hopping in it, she told the coachman to take them to an Evwora Inn.

"No, I need to go to the spire, immediately. I need to meet my aunt there," Jaegar said. For some reason, he didn't feel irritated by her imposing behaviour.

"Your aunt?" Her face lit up as she looked at him.

But the coachman wasn't the one to wait for them as he asked, "Young lady, where to? If you can tell me the address, we can make way for it."

"To the spire," she told through the window.

The coachman flicked the ropes, and the horse neighed as they started moving.

Satvi, with her eyes glowing with keen interest, asked, "You aunt, is she a witch in the spire?"

Jaegar chuckled, Seeing her enthusiasm, he said, "No, she is... a normal woman."

She knit her eyebrows as she asked, "Then why is she at the spire?"

Jaegar sighed and answered, "Well, we have our own reasons."

Satvi, with a half smile, said, "Ah, you are giving my words, to me."

"Alright, alright."

She straightened herself and moved to the window side, watching the streets and the view passing by. The busy city went on its day, and the people were going on about their work.
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The place is one of the major centres for adventurers, filled with all kinds of people.

Jaegar was watching the tall spire, at the centre of the city, occupying most of the city on the ground and stretching into the clouds at the top. Though it was his second time, he couldn't help but marvel at the architecture of the gothic wonder.

The last time he was here, he met a strange woman named Mara, a well-known blade master. He was severely injured by her at that time, and she even told him that they would meet again. Strange woman, he thought.

The anticipation was slowly starting to sink in as they neared the spire, and then Satvi said, "You came here before, didn't you?"

Jaegar just nodded.

"Then why didn't you say so? Here I was thinking that I would show you around," Satvi said with a disappointed tone, all while looking out the window.

Jaegar shook his head, again as he thought, Why was I travelling with her?

"So, do you know anyone in the spire? Wait, does your aunt work in the spire? I heard, like some sort of staff."

"No."

"Then, what is she doing at the spire?"

"She is a guest at the spire, I think," Jaegar leaned against the window, answering her halfheartedly.

"Who are you really?"

"Damn girl, you don't stop talking, do you?" Jaegar's patience was starting to wear thin. He thought she was just some village girl with big dreams and didn't want to be rude to her. But now, she was starting to irk him.

She stopped talking and just winced back in her seat, keeping an innocent face, looking at him with those dreamy eyes.

Jaegar grumbled; he just turned his head to the small glass window, looking at the spire.

The carriage moved through various streets, leading to the entrance of the spire.

The silence in the carriage, continued as the carriage reached the long and wide archway of the spire, leading to a grand entrance of the Witch Spire.

The coachman announced the arrival of the spire, and then they both got out of the carriage.

Satvi was setting her clothes when the coachman asked them for the fare. Satvi looked at Jaegar, like telling him to pay.

Jaegar, not wanting to argue with her, paid for the carriage ride and walked towards the gates of the spire.