There was still some oddity to seeing his mechanical arm in the mirror, though by running his fingers along it, he remembered the elf who made it for him and walked by his side in death.
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As he met with the others, heading down from the living quarters, eating a hearty breakfast of fluffy, golden eggs and sweet toast in the lobby of the bustling foundation, he learned what he already expected: there would be another parting.
Melisande had an announcement to make, more so pointed at Emilio himself as she looked at him with her dazzling, emerald jewels.
"Now that you're back, I'm going to finally commit to what I said before…I'm going to study here in Vasmoria and became a proper mage," Melisande said, looking down at her plate before looking back up, "I'll make sure I earn the right to call myself an adventurer."
"I see, that's great," Emilio nodded with a smile, "I know you'll excel there."
