Part 4

[07:22:14] A quiet day fell upon New Alteros, a soft and warm breeze with a not blistering hot sun above them all. It was a mild day, one where it was gentle and calm enough for the young scholar to study outside. Books were placed on books, most of which were in regards to ruins or some form of alchemy.

The Neries believed that mixing the two together would be the best way to learn at the same time. School wasn't something they attended here, so instead many took it upon themselves to use the largest library in Valmasia to their advantage. Old texts, new texts all used to deepen the understanding of runewriting of the Neries and grow their skill as a craftsman.

(Yarma)
[07:28:12] Simply was ready to get inside that building, there is a long time Richter doesn't go to a Library to study magic, mostly time he is praticing, he is just mixing blood with water and trying to wield it to improve his blood magic, supporting his body by his staff, the magi/ future Necromancer takes a deep breath before getting inside the building to study Necomancy.

He'd look to a weird pale dude, he was interested... at start he tought it was some kind of Zombie or something, slowly, he'd stop his way and getting onto his tabble, probably stoping everything he was trying to do.

Once again, Richter and his sarcastic voice tone were trying to take someone's attention to take him serious atleast once, he thinks that the depravity wouldn't a problem since he lives in New Alteros...

-Heeey... your skin is weeeird... so... are you an Undead or something? i'm kinda trying to learn Necromancy for some months and yeeh... i just tought u were weird and, u know... i met vampires, u never know... just to be sure.

(Richter)
[07:35:02] Huh?

The masked person rose their face to watch Richter. There were no emotions, afterall the whole front of the Neries' face was covered in a bland grey mask. There were no designs on it. Just a curve that fit the face perfectly. There was a flicker from behind the mask as a small shake of the scholar's head.

"No." A rather abrupt answer was given. The voice fitting for either a man or a woman. The hair was long and fell around the head made it impossible to tell the gender of the runewriter. "I'm not an undead..." The stranger to Richter didn't seem extremely eager to spark any sort of conversation.

"If you think I'm weird, you haven't listened to yourself talk before." A small shrug escaped the grey skinned Neries.
(Yarma)
[07:56:22] Stratches his head with his staff's tip, as the black wizzard looks to the young gray skinned nerie, Richter couldn't get the joke, he was standing in there, sitten in that chair, trying to understend that.

He'd just ignore and quit trying to understand, seems that for a Magi inteligence is not the very best of his qualities, still confused and ironic looking at his voice, Richter would once again open his mouth to talk, times time looking at him more "interested" as he sees that the "thing" in front of him is not an Undead.

-So... what do you mean with... "weird"? Welp, you know... u're no "Undead" and shit, so what the heck are you...? Hmm?
(Richter)
[07:59:47] This guy was a moron, Yarma never made a joke. It was simply stated that Richter was a weirdo, an idiot. Well, the idiot part was yet to be mentioned. A sniff was heard under the mask as a series of questions would begin being asked by Richter. This infuriated Yarma, yet of course all Neries knew.

The ignorant needed to be educated.

That was the way they spread the word about the Goddess. "I am a Neries, a worshiper of the Dreamer. A goddess that can grant wishes and do much more than that if you follow what she tells you in her dreams." The scholar would speak as the book infront of them was swapped to another.

"What's with all these questions? Do I know you?"
(Yarma)
[08:06:36] Was simply wandering around, Richter's interest is always easily caught by the "Unknown", and THAT Nerie seemed very unknown and interesting for him, acrtually, every Nerie seems ineteresting for the mad wizzard.

-Welp, that seems cool, i'm seeking to learn more about Azrael and Necromancy, to... you know, raise dead and shit.

he wouldn't keep his talk for a long time, getting up from the chari, he'd look upon his shoulder to the Nerie, answering his qfinal question.

-Welp, i just wanted to... don't ask me why i do my shit, i'm crazy dude, you probabbly noticed that, am i right...? the name is Richter, you'll probably never hear that name again so no need to remember.

He was ready to go back to ther New Alterian's library to study more and finally start killing some weak animals and trying to give reanimate them, probably fishes would be a good choice...
(Richter)
[08:10:01] "Crazy?"

A small giggle escaped the figure. "If you think you're crazy you're a moron. You're not crazy, nothing you've done or said is crazy. Speaking or trying to figure something out that you're interested in doesn't make you crazy and thinking that it does makes you a moron."

The masked figure would speak as eyes would continue to hunt for words on the page. Prized things that could be learned and put to their advantage in the future. "You're not crazy and that's that, Richter." No introduction was made on Yarma's side.
(Yarma)
[08:13:26] Was still standing, he was looking even more interested behind his hood to the young Nerie, he seemed to be very wise even being that young, but that wouldn't make Richter stay for more time... or maybe, it would.

-I'm not crazy you saying...? i mean, the moron part i know already, don't need to refresh my mind, dude, if you know someone who could help me getting started in this world of Necromancy i would be glad at hearing your speech, if not, i fear that i'm going head to that weird dude before entering the building.

He was holding his staff stronger, as if he wanted to be sure, and probabbly trying not to think that he wouldn't be glad with that decision in the future, maybe that Undead wouldn't be something good for him, or maybe, it'd be a good someone to introduce him at that world.
(Richter)