Zaryn chuckled as the group turned and headed back in the direction of Rylzyr's house, leaving the dusty gray alchemy circle dead in the bright green grass of the garden. They made their way through the empty cobblestone streets, their shadows dancing as the lights of the lamps blanketed the city in their soft glow. As they came to a charming two-story stone house, Rylzyr ducked into the house, followed by Zaryn and Ally. The mage led the two through a dark hallway and into a large room decorated with colorful tapestries and a matching rug. On one end of the room, in front of a large stone arch that led to the kitchen, stood a long table and eight matching chairs. On the opposite side there was a rocking chair which faced the sizable fireplace and two large bookcases. Books and scrolls lined the room and engulfed the table completely.
"Wow," Zaryn said as he walked towards the fireplace. He stuck his hands out and felt as the warmth of the fire tickled his skin. "I like what you've done with the place." He turned to meet his cousin, jealousy painting his electric blue eyes. "Money sure does come in handy, doesn't it, cousin?"
"There's more to life than just money, Zaryn," Rylzyr said. He pulled out a table and gestured for Ally to take a seat. "Please, my dear, make yourself at home. I'll call on my apprentice." And with that, the mage exited the room.
"So," Zaryn turned to the woman, a smirk cracking across his face. "No dragon yet. That's a good sign. Wouldn't it be funny if you turned inside Ryl's house? Hah. The look on his face..."
