Success From Suffering
Although, he was only dissuaded for a moment, as he eagerly tried to remember what the Lich King had said. "I suggest you find a Secretary of Magi and ask if any Spirit White Mages exist" echoed throughout Louie's brain. He wasn't sure what a Secretary of Magi was, or a Spirit White Mage. But, he knew that if he would find one, he could become an ailor, noble and grand, that he might have a chance with his love. He grew up-heaved as his mind pestered different words through his mind. Continual harassment in the form of "Magic like this comes at a cost" fell through his mindscape with Calliope's sorrowful inflection. But he would think of this no more when he crossed a corner, only to land immediately on a patch of white ice, slipping to his great dismay.
With a splash, he landed in a puddle, and hastened up to immediately check his pockets. With a sigh, he let out his relief as he found his notes dry. He took a glance at the top of his current page, "Void Ritualism" it called out. He knew it wise to make a copy the book of evil book of tomes he had found, before the Lich King would make his way with it. Though, all of these things subsided in his mind. For he thought only of the generous store-keep who had graciously traded him the book for his last maiar tooth.
Returning on his way, Louie once again showed a slight grin. A demon from the heavens, an evil Lich King, nor nature itself could keep him from his love, and he was on his way.
