Chapter 2372 The Last King Of Passion:>Ep4
- So Raynulf had lived, reading dusty old books left to him and braving the northern tempests and treacherous seas to harvest feathers and puresilver bones. He sold his wares to the merchants who came to the village markets, getting just enough coin to buy food and a few necessities. When not on a hunt, Raynulf lived close enough to the village to come to its aid when pirates or bandits attacked. Four times Raynulf had stood in the shield wall, spear in hand, and repelled raiders.
- When he landed on the shore near to his hovel, his spear was the only thing other than his packs of feathers and bones that Raynulf carried. It wasn't thieves or raiders that Raynulf worried about though. Deadly beasts usually did not come near, but there had been signs of dangerous animals venturing closer recently. Raynulf kept his eyes open for any sign of Passion embers or Whimsy sparks in the air.
- There were many diverse and amazing animals in the world, but what separated mundane beasts and magical ones was the presence of arcane lights and flames that floated in the air whenever Passion or Whimsy magic was used. Mages produced brief embers and sparks when casting spells, and magical beasts naturally were surrounded by the harmless and ethereal arcane flickers.