::The sun rises over the Red Dragon Inn as a figure who has not walked RhyDin's streets again traverses the bustling city. The elf makes his way to where they are hiring laborers to help with some building projects. He sighs and looks at the line before he joins it. He had never thought that he would be reduced to this. Reduced to so little when he had so much. Tossed about the multiverse and then deposited the one place he always wanted to be, but out of place, out of money, and apparently out of the proper time. He is about to cross the road to the line when an older gentleman approaches the elf.::

"Excuse me sir elf, but you look like Sir Briarius Ravensheart, Restorer of Light."

"I used to be Sir Briarius Ravensheart, Restorer of Light. Now, I am just Briarius Ravensheart.", the elf replies in a saddened voice.

"It is you! I had thought it was! I am Bertram Reginald Bel'Hazaar. I am a philanthropist and was looking to recruit a headmaster of a new school I wished to open. I had heard some bards tell tales of you and read some of your treatises on magickal theories. I was impressed and decided to open the Ravensheart School for the Gifted. Based on your ethics of magick. Now that I have finally found you, how could I not offer you the job?!!?"

"I don't know...you see..."

"I will not take no for and answer. I will pay you whatever is required."

"Well..." If he told the man he had lost all of his powers, he would lose this chance. He had to though, it was the honorable thing to do. "...it turns out my power has faded drastically."

"I don't care. Your ethics and teaching to harness energy is what I'd hire you for. I'll let you hire professors to take care of the rest! Unless you have any other objections, I will expect you at your school at the beginning of the week. We have lots of work to do. Here is a map."

::The elf takes the map and before he can say anything else, the man has walked off.::