Evren was sitting in a tavern with Dayzze on his shoulder, across from Walter, Harley, Fletcher and Isobel. It was evening and Evren was drinking some beer the summoned had made. He had cooled the beer, so it was refreshing to taste, and he cherished each sip he took.
"Did you really do that Evren?" Walter asked.
Evren nodded, "Not my finest work, no."
"Where are you going next Mr. Evren?" Harley asked.
"I'll be heading south from Sanddale to Gloverlita. Dayzze said the Middletos Forest that I was hesitant to go through should be easy traveling with her." Evren said. "How are your abilities coming along?"
"I think we're not as proficient with it as you are, Mr. Evren." Harley said. "Although we can do the basics, it doesn't seem to be improving like regular magic does for us.
"It's the same with the summoned too." Isobel added. "We've been teaching them the basics, and they don't seem to be improving."
