It was a normal day in city of Meskia. People went around, did their shoppings, hundreds of Climbers walked around streets trying to get along, and now and then louder roar could be heard coming from high up in the tower, echoing all the way to this level. Only real difference was that people were walking around much more, seemed more exited, and the Uruk army's flag could be seen over many inn's doors, while soldiers belonging to that flag spent their money in the mentioned inn. THIS was nothing you normally saw around any town.
People were talking more than usual, too, but mostly a single sentence escaped to people listening around them.
"The Summer is coming"
To many of newcomers, this meant only more questions, as summer had come every year, and weather seemed already to be warm and summer-like. It didn't sound so different from normal.
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Zakarias was walking on the eastern side of the Meskia, avoiding any possible sings of bad luck as usual. He didn't want more of it on his head.
It was not looking good for him for his quest, either. From what he had studied back at his master's, Tower was full of deathtraps and monsters and goddess Anu-knows-what-else. He couldn't do it alone. He needed allies. So, now he was going around, and on every single person who looked like a Climber, he stopped that person and asked around a simple question:
"Are you possibly climbing to the tower? If so, are you in a need for a practicer of magic?"
((So, heeeeere we go people. Sorry for shabby work, had to rush it a bit to fit in the time I promised. It turned out that buses hate me for some reason))
