I looked around to get my bearings, and to figure out where I needed to go. It was then that I spotted the sign of the shop I was standing in front of. It was a magic shop. I could not believe it. I made my way to the open door and after garnering a little courage, I went inside. What to most people would have seemed foreign and unsettling, to me was like heaven. I turned in a small circle, trying to take it all in. There was a wall behind the counter that contained hundreds of small bottles, each containing a different magical component. There were displays of scrolls upon scrolls containing who knew what spells. There were candles, and parchment, dried flowers, and tome upon tome of old spell books. I am not sure how long I just stood there, taking it all in before the proprietor of the store came up to me. He was a kindly old man in a long white robe with an equally long white beard. I was brought out of my musing by his small cough at my back. As I whipped around, startled by the noise, he gave a little chuckle, and gently asked me, �Greetings to you, young one. Is there something that I may assist you with?�
�I...um, you....ahhh...� and after a small intake of breathe on my part �Yes, sir, I was looking for...I am hoping to find...�
�You have come in search of someone to aide you with your newfound magical abilities, am I right?� he finished for me, with a glint of humor in his eye.
�Oh, yes sir! I am sir!�
�Yes, well, the guild is not in the habit of taking in just any urchin off the street now, new members must truly be blessed with the gift.� he told me.
The fact that already my abilities were already being called into question vexed me sufficiently that I overcame my preliminary nervousness and stated in no uncertain terms, �I sir, do possess the gift. I have numerous spells that I have already taught to myself.�
With a grin on his face he asked of me, �You do, now. Well, let us see these so-called spells of yours.�