No matter how subtly he asks, Thomas learns that nobody has heard of the Heart of Drifa, or pretends to know, although everyone knows that Drifa was the dragon of Mulcarn against whom the brothers Seth, Phul and Jehoel fought, to later retreat to the Glory Coast to escape future strife. Thomas almost gives up his attempts until an old man appears, claiming to know all he needs. When he asks about the heart, the old man pauses for a long moment, until he tells what he knows. It is indeed more than others know but still not what he claimed to know. Well, he surely doesn't know why Thomas wants to know about it and it might be better kept hidden.
"The Heart of Drifa? Well, I take you know about the brothers already, so I'll tell you a story of what exactly happened back then. My great-grandfather had heard about it from his father-in-law whose great uncle was there, so my knowledge is indeed of the best quality you can find from outside the libraries of the Councils.
A long time ago, I don't remember how long exactly, but... wait... at least a hundred years ago, our leader Kylorin left to challenge the Illian oppressors. He wanted to sneak behind their backs while their army was kept busy, so we camped at the mountains of Nimarail. It was an excellent place to defend from them, the lake to the north was of course plain, have you seen a hilly or forested lake.. but the oncoming attackers could be excellently seen... anyway, when he left us to defend our homeland we were facing one of the greatest horrors ever: a dragon.
Towering over the highest trees, the creature slew even our mightiest warriors in the battle. Nobody could match its might. Arrows were nothing to it, the sharpest spears didn't pierce its scales nor the heaviest maces could even dent them.
The battle raged for a day and two, and when almost all was lost, our last standing heroes, the three brothers, charged against it. And the creature fell. The scream is said to have been horribly loud, heard everywhere, and at the same moment the winter itself felt giving up, having lost its teeth, according to the tales.
After the battle, the brothers rode through the battlefield, searching for trophies of their great deed. I don't know what it is but Seth got a trophy of what I've heard to have been the dragon itself, in exchange of letting Jehoel and Phul take most of the other loot. No non-mage has ever seen what it is, but I think that is what you wanted to know."
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The magi guild is the largest building in Glorairine, and its entrance hall is a truly impressive sight. Although not at all comparable to the citadel of Cevedes the thirty feet high hall with a dome decorated with pictures of the battle against the Dragon beats anything you saw in Paradera.
Tsanal hadn't been the only one to wonder where all the magical wares are traded but he is thus far the only one to know where: the hall is surronded by shops of alchemists and herbalists alike, selling almost anything a mage would need.
Looking for them takes some time but finally Tsanal finds some wizards who would, for a price, reveal some of their secrets. Usually mages don't share their might to others, except to gain something they need, and these ones aren't an exception. He isn't in the family of Jehoel nor in its service so the tuition isn't cheap but, being Amurite, almost guaranteed to be of highest quality. The quantity on the other hand seems a bit minuscule.
He gives almost all of his money to them and they show him some of the simplest things one can do with shadow and air magic. After about a quarter of an hour Tsanal feels learned a bit, but possibly being able to put what he saw to use might take a lot of further trial and error.
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After little asking Mryddyn learns the same thing, that the magical wares are traded in the guild.
{I'll be off for a week, you'll have a lot of time to plan what to do next}