Riding on the summer breeze, the Shell vessel cheerfully drifted downstream, with the old sailor Van Dijk standing at the round helm, smoking and watching Soka hop around joyfully. To be able to experience the joy of sailing again, the old man seemed as youthful as them.
This time drifting downriver felt distinctly different from the visit to the Mage Association last time. Lynch had already abandoned those feelings of tension and unease. He had now become a mage, not just someone who heard tales of those spell-wielders from stories his mother told.
