[align=right][/align] Dominic Claude, Prince of the Kingdom of Erastrae. Second son of the Stormhawk family. Blacksheep. The dirty... not so secret. Normally Dom slept through the mornings, he didn't want to see the sun until it was well overhead and honestly, he really didn't want to see it then either. People said that he was lazy, unmotivated, and useless. A deviant lackluster man who got by on his pretty face. Dom wandered just -who- it was he got by on his face when the entire court treated him like that. That wasn't entirely true, Dom had his friends of course though most of them were of the superficial type hoping to increase their own standing at the court. Still, it wasn't for friends that Dom had rolled himself out bed that morning. So early his newest guard hadn't even come to try and bother him yet. Too early to even have breakfast and for Dom that was a sacrifice. He liked breakfast. It was only good part about waking up. It was with a beating heart that Dom had sat off into the sprawling city wearing an outfit he'd 'borrowed' from a previous guard. Third guard, two years ago. Dom was pleased that it finally fit him and didn't sag off him making him look like a gawky twelve year old. He was also rather happy he had managed to wash it of the sweaty smell and mend the holes himself. The city was very different in the morning. It even smelled different and the streets were so strange empty. Dom got lost three times trying to find the address he'd been given while walking roads he'd taken a dozen times before. This was the fix. The thing he was going to do. May the gods help and aid him. His frequent leaving of the Castle and never being where he was supposed to be for the last few years had earned him an even worse reputation. They thought he'd become a lush or was going through the city's brothels and was soon going to come home with some dreaded disease. Dom thought they were all addled in the head, it wasn't like he smelled of alcohol or cheap whores. Not even of expensive ones! He knew good and well that the older members of the court and even his older brother wanted him to stop whatever it was they thought he was doing. If they had any idea what it was he was doing, he'd be in even worse trouble. There were rules in the kingdom of Elastrae, some of them were unspoken and only seemed to apply to him. They made him itch. Like woolen undergarments. It was worth it though. This price, this senseless derision he dealt with. It was so worth it. To be free of his dreams... of his desires. To be the son and brother his family deserved. He'd give up his very soul. Dom pushed open the door to the 'Wizard's' shop. “Hullo? I need your help..."