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Post by Amedio Malateste on May 28, 2010 1:36:18 GMT
Amedio had made his way into Camelot and went straight to the slums. Making his way through the winding narrow streets, he looked for a suitable place to set up shop. It wouldn't be hard to find somewhere. This was, after all, the slums. Finding someone who was willing to rent a few rooms for the right price was simple. And he had money, that was no concern. But it had to be the exact right place.
He figured that for the right price, he could find a landlord who would ask few questions, but he wanted somewhere that perfectly suited him. Second floor, three rooms preferred. One to live in, another to work his mundane trade, and the third to practice his true arts. And the fewer windows the better. Also, with three rooms, that increased the chance he would be able to have at least one that suited his needs for his magical training.
Stepping into a puddle of who knows what in the street, Amedio stopped and looked down, shaking his head. He had been so caught up in looking for the perfect place, he had lost focus of where he was going, or even where he was. Stupid he thought. Never lose focus. Clearing his thoughts, again focussing on the street, the people, and where he was, he looked around to see who may be about.
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