Tristan fell backwards onto his bed. He had been spending the last few days rarely leaving his room, studying the book Elder Maxwell had provided, trying to uncover anything that may have been hidden inside its pages. Although there were no hidden things he could find, he was glad he had spent so much time dissecting the text; the book explained the basic rules of Arcane power, the risks, limitations and theory behind it. Following that, there were a few crafts a Magi could begin to study once having learnt the very basics, such as Alchemy and Artifacing.
'I don't need to spend time on such things myself. I don't even know how to get the materials to do any of it.' Shaking his head, Tristan pushed himself up and sat on the edge of his bed. Annabell flew down, seeing Tristan finally move, and crashed into his lap, pecking at him in annoyance for having hardly left the room.
