Questions to be Asked(Open)

Jamison was an early riser, make no mistake The fact that one often did not see him prior to the noon hour, didn't mean he was lazy, far from it actually. Jamison spent most of the morning, readying himself for the day. Meditating in order to clear his aura; Going over the enchantments on his suit jacket and his coat. There was also checking every small pocket within his heavy woolen coat for its contents. It was a long drawn out process, and it was one that he did every second or third day in the week.

Today's task was one that he had been meaning to do for a while, really ever since he had sensed that odd power at the inn. He was actually going to find the young lady responsible for it and inquire about it.

It was just after noon when Jamison stepped from his room, shrugging his long over cat into place, a single hand adjusting his collar on his way to the stairs, taking a step down, weight pushing onto his cane as he made his way to the front desk.

A few taps on the desk bell in order to summon whomever seemed to be manning the desk today; more often then not, it was young Ms. De'Ryanna. so hopefully he'd see her again.

Warden LeFey absolutely knew she would be rather prompt, and that there was more to the simple bell on the desk, then it being just a bell. This young lady reminded him of his daughter to an extent, using magic in simple but effective way was something that he had taught his daughter to do; Magic was a tool to assist someone in all things, not a crutch that one should use to limp through life. Which was precisely the reason that Jamison has trained his body just as much as his magic; the wizard needed to be a force to be reckoned with in more ways then one, in order to be an effective Warden.

Granted, physically the warden wasn't any stronger then an average man, but that fact alone, at his age. with the amount of magical power at his grasp he was certainly one to not be trifled with. Not to imply he was here at this time to trifle with anyone. When the young lady stepped up before him the Warden offered her a smile and a bow of his head.

"Good Afternoon Ms. De'Ryanna, Pardon my interruption of your duties, I know this may sound like an odd request, but I was curious to know if I might have a few moments of your time when you've convenience to offer it. i'm rather curious as to the manner of your teachings with your gift."

Jamison offered her a smile, coupled with a slight chuckle and a nod. "I'm an old man, time is all that I have anymore." Jamison liked to play up his age, as was apparent by anytime he ever opened his mouth about himself. It wasn't that he felt old, quite the opposite really, he was really not all to old for a wizard. But, it was the same reason he walked with a cane and a heavy limp. If you put forth the image of frailty it was more often that people would assume that of you .

When she offered palces in which they could talk, the old Wizard had to muse over that for a moment. mulling over the options available, before offering one forth of his own." I do believe that the gardens would be best suited for my presence." because yanno the fact that he made electronic things fizzle and explode.

With that option offered jamison gave a bow and swept an arm towards the door out back."Ladies first Ms. De'Ryanna."