[Choose Your Own Adventures] Part 27

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More Master Arcanist this Monday! Hopefully you're prepared for the conclusion!

And also, uh no!

[Part 27]

You decide to search the Arcanist Festival to find the librarian first.

Fortunately, it doesn’t take you long to spot him. He’s a rather eccentric man—he loves his hats more than the fishermen love their nets. Today, the librarian has opted to wear a pointed leather hat. It’s black as the night, with white stitching. It matches his dark tunic and puffy cloth pants.

What was his name again?

Sorric Til the Librarian.

Sorric is having a drink near the edge of the beach, where the sand meets the city. He sips at his decorative goblet, chatting with anyone and everyone who gets close.

As you walk over, you garner a bit of attention. Twain is a gigantic leviathan, and he can’t really remain hidden. No one speaks to you, though. They point and whisper.

“It’s the librarian’s apprentice!” one said.

“They’re an arcanist… Thank the good stars,” another muttered.

When you reach Sorric, his eyes go wide as saucers.

“Is that a leviathan?” He points, his volume set to the max. “Joyous days!” He pushes his way through the crowd of people and then throws his arms around you in a tight embrace. “I can’t believe it! I knew you were off galivanting about… but I never expected you to return an arcanist!”

“Watch it, buddy,” Twain says as a leviathan, his voice dark. “That’s my arcanist you’re touching.”

Sorric holds you at arm’s length. The laugh lines on his face are prominent. So is the faint mark on his forehead. Over a decade ago, Sorric’s eldrin, a relickeeper, had died, leaving Sorric with the faint dragon-shaped scar.

His black hair is laced with white, but he hasn’t yet given up on the color.

“I never imagined you would bond with a leviathan,” Sorric says with a frown. “You just don’t’… seem like the type. Not that I’m insulting you. No. Far from it. I just thought… I thought you’d be the perfect fit for something else.”

You go to open your mouth, to say something either for or against, you spot a couple people pushing through the crowd—right toward you.

And you don’t recognize them. Which is crazy—you know everyone who lives here. The only logical conclusion is that they’re guild arcanists, or mystic seekers. All guild arcanists wear pendants…

And these guys aren’t wearing pendants.

What do you do?

A) “The leviathans accepted me! You can ask Nini about it.”

B) “I have to go!” Run away!

C) “Yeah, Twain is amazing. I love Leviathans.”

D) “Twain is a special leviathan.”

E) “Twain, look out!” Throw some food at the mystic seekers.

F) Try to disappear into the crowd. “Twain! Drop the disguise!”

G) “Sorric, can we go to the library? I have things to tell you.”

H) “Twain!” Point to the men. “What’re we going to do?”