A Mysterious Auction
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"A Sage? I'm sorry Olivia but I have no idea what you're talking about… I am not a Sage," I said.
"Well, it is a Title among Magicians," she explained. "For example, my great grandfather is the Sage of Runes. They're people that have reached such a high level of magic by specializing towards a single element that they become almost unparalleled… But you, hmm, I suppose you're not quite a Sage. I was overreacting I suppose."
"Nah, it's fine, really," I smiled. "I kind of want to know more about this Title and what it entails? Does it have some relation with the Clock Tower?"
"Why yes," she said. "In the Clock Tower, there's Twelve Sages, each one also governs over a special area of the organization and had been doing so for many years."
"H-How many years?" I wondered.
"Oh my, perhaps… Like, well!" she muttered. "Hmm… hundreds?"
"Hundreds?! People can live for so long?" asked Rita.