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With the dark roast raised to his lips, the shuttering of the passing winds served a much greater potential for unpleasantness. It was fortunate the passing shadow streaking across the city streets and buildings that had allowed Twayn to foresee the approaching environmental disturbance. Adjusting his hand and twisting his body ever to slightly to put his back to the gust allowing it to pass over his body without disturbing his tasting of the drink. "How unfortunate...this blend is tainted by an overuse of sugar." Twayn took a quick sniff of his drink, "and honey", he said with a rather foul pout before lowering the drink towards the wooden table. Completely flipped over onto its top, the mage appeared unconcerned as he rested the coffee cup and its tray upon the leg of the table.

Reaching into the inner breast pocket of his jacket he retrieved a old fashion pocket watch and proceeded to check the time with a passing glance. A quick flick of the wrist and the pocket watch slapped shut and disappeared as if an act of sleight of hand was at play.
The shop owner of the Wizard's Cup made his way outside, quickly flipping the upside down tables back over while checking out of the customers. This unfortunately lead to a soft shattered as the man hastily flipped Twayn's table sending his coffee to the stone. Unconcerned, Twayn disregarded the apologies of the owner and gave his false gratitude for the drink before he wandered off. The coffee had never been good there, so why did he always feel the need to return?

A carrier pigeon flew across the sky, passing over the rooftops with its black eyes peering towards the crowds below. Tied tightly to its thin leg was a small roll of parchment sealed with a wax crest. Swooping low into the streets barely over the fingertips of swatting hands as it approached a well dressed mage's outstretched arm. Sharp talons pinching into the thick fibers of his jacket upon landing, it's small head resting on a tilt as it met glances with the human.

Offering the bird a small shiny coin, the pigeon locked it beak over the bright reflective metal and allowed the man to remove the tightly wound parchment before taking to the skies once more. Running his thumb over the wax seal the crest was unlike the ones he had received before, not matching any known government or organization he could recall. A recognizable character was clearly imprinted, marking the word "ash", or by some translations "to ash", which appeared to be some form a hint. Taking a more determined look it became clear to the mage that this parchment was sealed with both wax and magic, the premature break of the material seal causing the parchment to burst into flames. "Now who would send me such a package" Twayn asked aloud as he pondered. the expression of his thoughts aloud never even raising an eyebrow from the moving crowd.
Checking the time once more, Twayn confirmed he had the time to spare to pursue this little quest before continuing with his business. Altering his route into the ally ways, he cut across the city making his way to one of the many connecting roads.

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