Training
The crowd slowly began to disperse, the villagers returning to their morning routines, albeit with much more to talk about. Elandor and Lucian made their way towards Elandor's modest home, which stood on the edge of the village.
As they entered, Elandor took in the familiar sight of his small, cluttered living space. The interior was cramped and worn, filled with the remnants of his past life. Old, threadbare furniture, dusty shelves, and a few personal trinkets decorated the room. Elandor felt a pang of embarrassment as he looked around.
"This is it," he said, a hint of apology in his voice. "It's not much, but it's home."
Lucian, now fully settled into his disguise, took in the surroundings with a discerning eye. "This place will not do," he said, his tone firm yet kind. "You are a celestial mage now, and your environment should reflect that."
Elandor looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"