Being a fairly well-known magic practitioner in the area, it was only natural the town crier would allow Edward a slot in his daily announcements. He had requested that an announcement be made, that he was looking for an apprentice – that was the gist of it, anyway. Most people had no interest in magic, however, being too busy, or being under-qualified. Some just didn’t want to practise magic. And those that had applied, were continually turned down by Edward, as he couldn’t see any potential in them. Given his status, a fair few attempted to impress him, but they were all ushered out of the door, with the threat of an ice spike lodged through their skull used if they didn’t. The humdrum of everyday life was getting to the wizard, whose age was indeterminate, his mannerisms and private life enigmas. Some people wouldn’t think that someone so spectacular would live a boring life – what they failed to understand, was that he was still human. An incredibly flawed, and highly pessimistic human being, but one nonetheless. Magic was certainly a passion of his, but it wasn’t his sole one – he just hated how people acted surprised when they learned that he felt like going fishing like any normal person, or that he felt like taking up juggling, without some form of magical aid. He sat back, tossing a blood-red gem between his hands, the smoothness of it comforting to him. It wasn’t a special gem, really – it was something most mages used. A blood crystal, to be specific – blood in crystal form, able to be converted to any common type of blood (human, deer, hare, etcetera). A useful ingredient in alchemy, though a little hard to come by in the regions that weren’t as game-abundant as the outer parts of the town. The whole room was filled with other such magical items which, to the layman, would be astounding. But, to an experienced wizard like him, they were banal at best.