Year 584, New World
Sirius could see from a distance that the modest shop of Earl & Farax was crowded with eager patrons. The pair strolled leisurely towards the establishment, catching glimpses of dozens of niche stores and busking musicians.
"Before we go in," said Allen Greyer "I should inform you of the differences between sceptres, staffs, and wands. All Mediums have a core to channel the magician's mana into form. Wands and staffs have their cores internally while sceptres has them externally due to the gargantuan size of their cores. This allows Sceptre users to output a large amount mana. Staffs have less mana output than Sceptres, but are significantly more accurate. Wands, however, lack both power and accuracy, but compensates in speed. You can decide on a Medium type later."
Sirius nodded.
As Greyer reached for the door and swung it open, the smell of smoke, whisky and polish drifted towards Sirius. Standing behind he counter was a tall, well-built man with wavy blonde hair and a handlebar moustache, wearing a white shirt, black pants, and leather gloves all stained with ash. Taking the giant cigar out of his mouth, he turned towards the magus.
"Allen! Long time no see old friend." roared the man with a booming voice over the noise of the shop "Follow me to the room at the back. We'll do business there to avoid this racket. Celia! Look after the store for me while I'm gone will you?"
"Yes Dad" said a girl with a voice barely audible over the commotion. She had the same wavy blonde hair as her father and gave off a gentle and mellow air, unlike him who had an aura of intimidation.
Greyer and Sirius followed the man down a narrow hallway, leaving the smell of whisky and polish as well as the clamouring noise behind them with every step. They entered a room with a fireplace, chairs, tables, drawers and several windows with a fair view of the peaceful summers day. Sitting down, the man asked
"How may I help you good friend? And who is this young man?"
With a sigh, Allen Greyer began "This chap is here to purchase a Medium. Sirius, this is Oliver Earl, one of the founders of Earl & Farax. Oliver, this is..."
"Christ Almighty! His eyes, look at his eyes!" shouted Oliver hysterically "Get this fellow out of..."
"This, is Sirius Cromwell." Interrupted the magus with a stiff tone as though as he predicted this reaction.
The man turned pale.
"Cromwell, n-not the son of, Fortis Cromwell?" stuttered Oliver uncharacteristically.
"The very same."
"W-well then. I suppose I have got time to spare. W-what type of Medium would you prefer, Mr. Cromwell, and what is your archetype?"
After pondering the matter for several seconds, Sirius said to Oliver
"My archetype is Fotia, and I would like a wand please Mr. Earl"
Reaching for a drawer besides the fireplace, Oliver Earl pulled out a lustrous wooden stick, radiating a hint of green under the sunlight and handed it to Sirius.
"Elven cedar from Oestenbach. 14 inches. Dwarven polished." said Oliver "One of our best. You can test it if you'd like. Hold it out and say 'Ignis'"