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	Most of the time I spent in Corrolith was hard at work learning about the Spell Siphon's ways and abilities. As interesting as that information itself is, study is almost always dull. You don't want to hear stories of me being lectured or read to from books. I'm sure there are a few stories from Corrolith you'd like to hear though. I'll bet you can already guess that many would involve Klynne. You can tell I even say her name a little differently from everyone else's, don't I? The stories might help, but I don't think you could quite understand that until you meet her yourself.		Most of the time I spent in Corrolith was hard at work learning about the Spell Siphon's ways and abilities. As interesting as that information itself is, study is almost always dull. You don't want to hear stories of me being lectured or read to from books. I'm sure there are a few stories from Corrolith you'd like to hear though. I'll bet you can already guess that many would involve Klynne. You can tell I even say her name a little differently from everyone else's, don't I? The stories might help, but I don't think you could quite understand that until you meet her yourself.

			===Krikkle===

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 Most of the time I spent in Corrolith was hard at work learning about the Spell Siphon's ways and abilities. As interesting as that information itself is, study is almost always dull. You don't want to hear stories of me being lectured or read to from books. I'm sure there are a few stories from Corrolith you'd like to hear though. I'll bet you can already guess that many would involve Klynne. You can tell I even say her name a little differently from everyone else's, don't I? The stories might help, but I don't think you could quite understand that until you meet her yourself.
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-I may already have mentioned Krikkle. He was an old, blind gnome who spent much of his time in the town square at Corrolith. Raine had spoiled me through my adolescence in terms of developing my ear for music. Most street musicians make me wince, but Krikkle had that lilt to his music that swirled around you and wrapped you up in the melody. He obviously had some talent, great love for his instrument, and years of practice. I always stopped by to say hello.
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-One morning, I came through the square on my way to buy a few cooking supplies from the general store. As I grew near his usual place, I noticed everyone was walking swiftly by. Usually, some people lingered to throw him a few coins. A few steps closer, I could hear a young man's taunting voice.
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	I haven't run into Ksa again -- yet -- and it's pretty unlikely that I ever will. On the other hand, he would only recognize me as that guy he thought he killed. I can only assume he was snooping around my camp, and saw me casting something significantly more involved that a little pyrotechnics to get my fire going. Which means he will know he probably shouldn't mess with me as long as I have friends along for the ride. He also has no way of ever finding out I was that tricksy little satyr, who sent him away for a spanking. To his credit, he did keep his promise. My instructions opened that cave, sure enough, and he never came back to my forest. Every once in a while, I wonder how his ego is doing. No, you're right, not really.		I haven't run into Ksa again -- yet -- and it's pretty unlikely that I ever will. On the other hand, he would only recognize me as that guy he thought he killed. I can only assume he was snooping around my camp, and saw me casting something significantly more involved that a little pyrotechnics to get my fire going. Which means he will know he probably shouldn't mess with me as long as I have friends along for the ride. He also has no way of ever finding out I was that tricksy little satyr, who sent him away for a spanking. To his credit, he did keep his promise. My instructions opened that cave, sure enough, and he never came back to my forest. Every once in a while, I wonder how his ego is doing. No, you're right, not really.

			===Aftermath===
			I did say it was another story, so I suppose it's only fair to tell it. You heard about Ksa, and what a pain he was. You also heard about how thoroughly he toasted me. Don't make me describe it again. I looked like melted wax, and was still more or less dressed in tatters. My hawks were still quite upset -- they had only been with me for a matter of weeks, and had almost seen me lose me life. They were huddled together on one shoulder, comforting each other, when Klynne opened the door. I can only guess that her face expressed some emotion of disdain or disappointment, because both of them became quite angry at her immediately. Before they could make any move, I held up my hand and spoke to them, to calm them down.

			Klynne just waited while I did so. I don't really know what her face looks like, but I have a vague image of her silhouette. I can picture the quiet, patient irritation, now that she was over the shock of my injury. But she waited. After a moment, my hawks agreed to go and wait in the large maple tree that stood behind Klynne's house.

			"My apologies. They can be somewhat overprotective at times," I said. She drew in a breath as though she were about to speak, but then said nothing. She just turned abruptly and strode past me and out into the field where we practiced. I followed.

			Now, I'm not sure how much you know of magic, but there is a way to counter a spell. It's often something wizards will do, and usually requires identifying what spell an opponent is casting at you, and casting it back at them -- only, backwards. That's really the best way I can describe it. Then, somehow, the real spell and the backwards spell cancel out, and nothing happens. It does take quite a bit of energy though, meaning that both casters in this sense have use the magical energy required to cast the spell in question.

			The spell siphon, however, has a better way. The final achievement of this work, the end goal, is to soak up the spell cast by your opponent and gain the energies they have used. So instead of costing me the price of a spell, it feeds me. But before I could learn to do this, she wanted me to fully understand counterspelling. Tandrien had discussed it, and had me try it once, but he hadn't made an extensive drill of it.

			"Stuffy old wizards like me use this, when we have time to make stuffy old plans for our stuffy old adventures," he said to me. "For you, magic is a free-flowing power, a stream that will never be confined, and you may not change its course with stuffy old plans. You should understand this, and know how to do it, but I think you will find it rare, that you have a use for it."

			And of course, he was right. A sorcerer cannot cast a wide variety of spells. But now I was asked to practice this.

			So Klynne began, by casting a Ray of Frost. Not that she warned me, mind you, that this was today's lesson. And being a little worse for wear, it took me a few seconds to catch on. So the first one hit me square in the shoulder.

			"Are you going to try?" she asked me. "Or should I just send you home?"

			The second time I was ready, and the third. The fourth time I made a mistake, and she just laughed at me and continued. That woman worked wonders for my face of calm during times of strain or adversity. I countered all but those two of her rays, and could cast no more of that spell. She knew that. But she was still casting. Halfway through her spell, I caught on to the switch. Quickly, and I'll admit with some clumsiness, I cast a spell of Burning Hands, and her casting fizzled.

			No words, no pause, just the next spell. I would like you to know, in case you were unaware, that fire hurts. But, this was more or less the kind of training I was used to.

			When I caught her moving on to a Lightning Bolt, that's when I panicked a little. I managed to counter her, just barely, and she went for a second. Again, only just barely. She paused for a moment, then walked a few paces away. My hawks swooped down from the sky and onto my shoulder. I stroked the girl's feathers.

			"Either of those spells would have killed you," Klynne said quietly.

			"Bold," I replied.

			"Foolish!" Suddenly, she was standing right in front of me. She had grabbed my arm and was shaking me. "You are more than half dead as it is. What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into? I cannot teach you like this." She dropped my arm. "We're done for the day. I have no idea what you've been fighting, but whatever it is, you need to get some help and get rid of it."

			"Oh, he's gone," I said. I couldn't help chuckling as I said it. I heard no movement. After a few seconds, I was unable to contain my laughter. Even my hawks were laughing, in their own way. Klynne seemed not to know what to say. I turned to go. After a few steps, I paused. I knew I was facing away from her, but I spoke anyway.

			"By the way...if you ever meet a seriously overstuffed dragon named Ksathus...tell him a little green man asked after his health."

			I continued slowly making my way across the field and over to the path. Klynne caught up. "Wait, was this the big green one I saw flying over the forest outside town?"

			I was still chuckling. "Yep, he did say he was green. Sure does have bad breath too." She must've stopped, because I heard her catch up again.

			"I can't tell if you are more foolish or crazy."

			I stopped, turned, and draped my hand on her shoulder. "I'm clever, Klynne. Every once in a while, I am actually clever. Not as clever as you are, so I have to enjoy it when it happens. Mister Ego is probably alive and well, for the moment, but won't be showing his face around here again. He'll get a fine spanking where I sent him."

			I turned to go again, and she pressed a vial into my hand. I turned back.

			"Take this."

			"What is it?"

			"Just go home and drink it, idiot."

			Lady sure has a way with words, doesn't she? I found out later, when I drank it, that it was a healing potion -- something I obviously couldn't have afforded. She gave me another, the next day, after she nailed me with a lightning bolt. At least she cleans up, when she makes a mess of her student.

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	"You're the caster?" I nodded. "Uh...if you wouldn't mind...we'd like to take them up to a cell behind the barracks. Could you let them out?"		"You're the caster?" I nodded. "Uh...if you wouldn't mind...we'd like to take them up to a cell behind the barracks. Could you let them out?"

	I must have had an absolutely priceless smile on my face as I ~~pull~~ them back out of the cobblestones. Some days, all the hard work really pays off. As I was leaving, one of the guards caught up to me again. "Sir? Sir, there is a reward out for the ringleader. He's apparently quite a thief." I turned partly around.		I must have had an absolutely priceless smile on my face as I pulled them back out of the cobblestones. Some days, all the hard work really pays off. As I was leaving, one of the guards caught up to me again. "Sir? Sir, there is a reward out for the ringleader. He's apparently quite a thief." I turned partly around.

	"I don't need any reward for helping a friend..." The guard just pressed a small pouch into my hand and ran off. It was the first time anyone had given me more money than throwing me a few copper or a silver for telling a story. I thought for a moment, and then headed back to the square one more time, to sneak half of it into Krikkle's hat.		"I don't need any reward for helping a friend..." The guard just pressed a small pouch into my hand and ran off. It was the first time anyone had given me more money than throwing me a few copper or a silver for telling a story. I thought for a moment, and then headed back to the square one more time, to sneak half of it into Krikkle's hat.

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	Now, living out in a wood, on the edge of a plain, you do have to be a little careful. At the very minimum, there are all kinds of wildlife, wolves and such, who would like a good meal. Traveling through the grasslands, not always on a path, I had to be careful of snakes. These aren't very surprising though. If you live out in the forest, people expect you to have problems like that. Maybe even meet a few forest creatures now and then too. They don't expect things like, say, a dragon.		Now, living out in a wood, on the edge of a plain, you do have to be a little careful. At the very minimum, there are all kinds of wildlife, wolves and such, who would like a good meal. Traveling through the grasslands, not always on a path, I had to be careful of snakes. These aren't very surprising though. If you live out in the forest, people expect you to have problems like that. Maybe even meet a few forest creatures now and then too. They don't expect things like, say, a dragon.

	Yeah, dragon -- a green one. I'm not sure I've ever met someone quite as egotistical as Ksathus was. I'd been camping out there through summer and fall, and it was partway into the mild winter. It didn't get quite cold enough to snow in Corrolith, but there was a certain smell and a nip in the air. I was minding my own business, setting up to cook dinner, when I saw him fly by in the distance. I didn't think much of it. About an hour later, he swooped into my clearing. I felt the wind from his wings before he roared. He was a little smaller than a fully adult green dragon would be, but not much. He was all puffed up and full of himself, as he landed and roared with fangs bared. I'll admit it made my heart skip a beat, but I kept my cool enough to make a few quick decisions. If he hadn't attacked me yet, he must want something.		Yeah, dragon -- a green one. I'm not sure I've ever met someone quite as egotistical as Ksathus was. I'd been camping out there through summer and fall, and it was partway into the mild winter. It didn't get quite cold enough to snow in Corrolith, but there was a certain smell and a nip in the air. I was minding my own business, setting up to cook dinner, when one of my hawks saw him fly by in the distance. I didn't think much of it. About an hour later, he swooped into my clearing. I felt the wind from his wings before he roared. He was a little smaller than a fully adult green dragon would be, but not much. He was all puffed up and full of himself, as he landed and roared with fangs bared. I'll admit it made my heart skip a beat, but I kept my cool enough to make a few quick decisions. If he hadn't attacked me yet, he must want something.

	After he was done roaring, and took another deep breath and bellowed at me in draconic, which sounds pretty imposing, that his name was Ksathus and he wished to know who I was. He'd probably already seen me start my fire with magic, but it was a very simple spell. I decided that rather than give away the extent of my talents, I'd play things a little dumb. So I put on my best scared face and bolted into my tent.		After he was done roaring, and took another deep breath and bellowed at me in draconic, which sounds pretty imposing, that his name was Ksathus and he wished to know who I was. He'd probably already seen me start my fire with magic, but it was a very simple spell. I decided that rather than give away the extent of my talents, I'd play things a little dumb. So I put on my best scared face and bolted into my tent.

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	The next day, I stopped by a fabric store, before going to my lessons, to beg for a new scrap to cover my eyes. The poor lady behind the counter nearly fainted. I was only about halfway healed, not having had proper rest with all the excitement. So I was still covered in blisters, and unfortunately, not so covered in half a shirt. Once she recovered, she kindly offered to quickly patch my shirt back together with a few more scraps she had, and sent me on my way a half-hour or so later, looking slightly more presentable. I needed my few coins, to buy a new tent on my way back home, and had nowhere near the small fortune required to pay for healing. So, I showed up at Klynne's door, patched together and ready to learn. I think that might be a bit of a different story, though.		The next day, I stopped by a fabric store, before going to my lessons, to beg for a new scrap to cover my eyes. The poor lady behind the counter nearly fainted. I was only about halfway healed, not having had proper rest with all the excitement. So I was still covered in blisters, and unfortunately, not so covered in half a shirt. Once she recovered, she kindly offered to quickly patch my shirt back together with a few more scraps she had, and sent me on my way a half-hour or so later, looking slightly more presentable. I needed my few coins, to buy a new tent on my way back home, and had nowhere near the small fortune required to pay for healing. So, I showed up at Klynne's door, patched together and ready to learn. I think that might be a bit of a different story, though.

	I haven't run into Ksa again -- yet -- and it's pretty unlikely that I ever will. On the other hand, he would only recognize me as that guy he thought he killed. I can only assume he was snooping around my camp, and saw me casting something significantly more involved that a little pyrotechnics to get my fire going. Which means he will know he probably shouldn't mess with me as long as I have friends along for the ride. He also has no way of ever finding out I was that tricksy little satyr, who sent him away for a spanking. To his credit, he did keep his promise. My instructions opened that cave, sure enough, and he never came back to my forest.		I haven't run into Ksa again -- yet -- and it's pretty unlikely that I ever will. On the other hand, he would only recognize me as that guy he thought he killed. I can only assume he was snooping around my camp, and saw me casting something significantly more involved that a little pyrotechnics to get my fire going. Which means he will know he probably shouldn't mess with me as long as I have friends along for the ride. He also has no way of ever finding out I was that tricksy little satyr, who sent him away for a spanking. To his credit, he did keep his promise. My instructions opened that cave, sure enough, and he never came back to my forest. Every once in a while, I wonder how his ego is doing. No, you're right, not really.

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	By now, they were getting pretty mean. One of them was a little younger, but the two older boys were showing some skill with their clubs. When they chose to press the attack against us, I created them each their own, personalized Flare effect. While they were busy clawing at their eyes, I sent some Magic Missiles their way. I was nice enough to split them up, two each for the older boys and one for the kid. At this point, they were freaking out, swinging wildly and shouting at us.		By now, they were getting pretty mean. One of them was a little younger, but the two older boys were showing some skill with their clubs. When they chose to press the attack against us, I created them each their own, personalized Flare effect. While they were busy clawing at their eyes, I sent some Magic Missiles their way. I was nice enough to split them up, two each for the older boys and one for the kid. At this point, they were freaking out, swinging wildly and shouting at us.

	I just couldn't keep a straight face any more. It's very hard to cast when you're laughing. It's also very hard to sound imposing when you threaten someone while you're laughing. They blinked, their eyes finally clearing, and came back swinging. So, I Held them. Then I sat ~~down next to Krikkle~~ for a few ~~minutes~~.		I just couldn't keep a straight face any more. It's very hard to cast when you're laughing. It's also very hard to sound imposing when you threaten someone while you're laughing. They blinked, their eyes finally clearing, and came back swinging. So, I Held them. First, I went through the ringleader's bag and found Krikkle's flute, unharmed by the small fire, and returned it to him. Then I sat for a few moments.

	"You alright, Krikkle? I hope they didn't really hurt you." He chuckled.		"You alright, Krikkle? I hope they didn't really hurt you." He chuckled.