She continued, "You're a mage of what class?"
"Class? What are you talking about?"
"You're kidding right, there's no way a mage such as powerful as yourself doesn't know this, you're kidding."
Her eyebrows were raised in surprise when she saw that Tiagon did nothing to refute the claim.
"You're not joking, you really know nothing about the classes ascribed to mages. I won't say that I'm not surprised. Where are you from?"
"From deep south, a small town you have never heard of."
"I see, well classes are positions of acknowledgment, progress and privilege amongst mages, it determines your reputation, your position and a couple of other things. Let's just say the higher your class is, the better."
"Ohh, I get that."
"Good good, a series of examinations need to be taken before you're given a class but I'm certain they will pose no threat to you. You should easily be a second-class mage if not a first-class." Elda declared.
"And you? What class have you achieved?"
Elda sighed, "I'm a third-class mage, Tom and Rink haven't taken any magic exams but they should be third-class mages in skill."
"I understand."
"You should take the upcoming first-class mage examinations, even if you've not taken a previous class exams, they'll be convinced with your level of skill and Mana that you deserve to take the exam. I'm certain of it."
Tiagon pondered, 'This is interesting, very interesting. The mages that woke me should be around the level of the Crimson Feathers, I wonder how first-class mages would fare, this is interesting .'
"The exams are very tough however and only a few are allowed into the ranks, you might get overwhelmed." Elda declared.
A thought came across Tiagon's mind.
"Do you know glass magic?" He asked looking at his large cup of thick glass.
"Glass magic, no. I doubt anyone but nobles learn such fancy and fragile magic."
"But don't you think it's pretty, also a sharp edge of this glass can kill you. It is pretty but it can be shaped into a tool of death."
Elda cleared her throat, "I suppose, if you say so."
Tom's head fell on the table, he was asleep with spittle streaming from his mouth.
"You too can hold your alcohol well." Elda teased with her hand placed on her mouth as she tried to hide a giggle.
"It's no problem once you get used to it."
"Wanna see who can take the most?"
"I wouldn't want to be the one to take you drunks to an inn." Tiagon commented with a smile.
"Ohh, you're so sure of yourself, you smug fine man."
Tiagon laughed lightly, the alcohol was already taking its effect on her. He hadn't known her for long but he knew Elda was the shy type, no way she was confident enough to say such without the influence of alcohol.
She took another cup and Tiagon had to pay. After gulping all of it down, she accidentally fell the cup and climbed the table to Tiagon, her lips pushed forward for a kiss.
"You've had too much to drink." Tiagon stated without concern, like he had experienced such too many times
She finally got in front of him and placed her short arms over his shoulder, her chest quite close to his face.
"Kiss me. Kiss…." Suddenly, a flood of brown juice escaped from her mouth and poured all over Tiagon's face smearing it with Sourpine beer, saliva, stomach acid and whatever she had eaten in the morning.
Tiagon lightly pushed her to the side as she continued vomiting and she fell to the ground.
He stood and and conjured a ball of water and splashed it on his body washing most of the vomit away.
Meanwhile Elda, just like her teammates had gone to sleep. He placed two copper coins on the table and created a gentle wind that carried the group.
After minutes of walking, he found spare rooms in a cheap inn for himself and the team. He placed all of them in a room and he helped himself with one and it all only cost four copper coins for the night.
The morning rooster crowed, the sun hadn't risen from its horizon and it was still quite dark.
Elda was the first to get up of the tree, she woke up to a new room, one she didn't remember entering, she could feel a throb in her head and she recalled most of the happenings of the evening before.
"Oh shit, I went drunk, I hope I didn't embarrass myself."
She slapped her face and sighed, "I must have, who doesn't when they are drunk. Curse me."
She looked past the bed and saw Tom and Rink on the floor still asleep and she went through the door to the corridor, she guessed the next room was Tiagon's and she knocked.
"Come in."
She opened the door to meet Tiagon crossed-legged in levitation, his chest bare and his eyes closed.
"Whaaa…" she almost shrieked.
"Just some morning exercise." Tiagon commented and slowly placed his leg on the wooden floor near his bed.
Elda looked at the ground and spoke, "I hope I didn't cause you trouble yesterday."
"You did, You vomited on me Elda, quite a lot too." Tiagon teased giving her a side look while he faced the window.
"Oh." Her face turned red in embarrassment.
"But it's fine, it's over. I have some questions, why don't we go on a walk?"
"A walk? Why not here?"
"Well, It's my first time in Minastoma, and today is the second day of my stay here. A native like you would make me feel a lot more comfortable and I would like to see all of the beautiful city as I ask questions, if that's not too much to ask."
"Oh noo, not at all." Elda responded shaking her hands in a negative bid.
"I used the public shower room earlier, take a shower and meet me by the owner's counter when you're done."
Elda nodded and walked away.