Academic mages from Seashal nearly half way across the world on that giant island nation, that stood superior over the entire Forgotten Sea.
A Nation that developed Mages, to their fullest extent, establishing the greatest mage towers in the centuries since it's birth, and only recently uniting them into a single Institute in Calamwey, the House of Magic and the Capital of Seashal facing the Forgotten Sea.
The teatherings of magic wove themselves into barriers that broke apart the falling snow and kept the insides of the camp completely warm and dry, with some grass even growing now in the defrost.
Amari sat in front of the savage man, tea poured itself where they sat, she couldn't help but stare at him, suddenly unsure what to say when presented with his tea etiquette shown by how he held the cup, and his slow sips.
Good evening.
Thank you for your support, and as always,
Enjoy.