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At first, Pip waited patiently.
Every morning, he still bounced through the doors of Beacon Hall with his cloak fluttering and wooden wand tucked into his belt like a dagger of destiny.
He took the same seat by the worn old table near the reception, swinging his legs as he waited for Arlen to finish his conversations. His eyes were always bright, his grin unwavering.
And every day, Arlen greeted him the same wayâsmiling, warm, but tired.
âJust a little longer, Pip.â
And every time, that âlittleâ turned into a lot. An hour. Two. A full morning gone. By the time Arlen would turn to Pip again, it would be with that harried look in his eyes and apologies spilling from his lips like loose parchment.
The truth was, Arlen was overwhelmed.
Between guild expansion, backlogged requests, bickering adventurers, budgeting, maintenance, and every soul in Breezevale wanting a slice of his time, he had none left to give.
Somewhere along the line, Pip had been shuffled into the âlaterâ pile.
