Age of the Librarians IC

A young man in his early twenties with wearing a dress shirt and pants sat down on a bench in the center of town, and looked up. He was greeted with a sky filled with gray, not to mention dreary, looking clouds. "Ugh. I hate cloudy days," he grumbled. He looked around himself at the town, small as it was, and thought to himself, Why here? Why would my book lead me here? He probably should have stayed around that girl from the other day. It was odd that she had actually found a spell book. Even odder that it had responded to her need, though she hadn't really done much with it after unsealing it. It had come down to his fire spell. He was thankful that it was only a very minor shield spell, though it would have been nice to have a higher class spell.

With a sigh he stood up, and began walking down the street. The day promised to be boring. His amulet, which was actually his spell book, wasn't responding to anything around him. In short, no wild magic. That meant a boring day for Raven. "I wish something would happen."