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Over the distant horizon the suns golden rays appear and begin to welcome in a new day on the Isle of Gobaith. The breeze is soft and in a soothing way it blows around the Copper Mountains and the valleys surrounding them.

Taliss sits patiently on a rock, the sound of the nearby stream babbling gently in his ear as it flows over the rugged terrain. Birds start their morning song as they begin to fill the few apple trees that reside nearby.

The Lizard looks to the water as the orange glow of the sun glimmers across them, he thinks to himself.

And so it begins, the sun rises, If he listened.. he shall be here momentarily.

A young man approaches from the west, he wears new leather armors and his fists appear recently wrapped as though preparation for training had been made. With an observant eye he immediately notices the Lizardman sitting on the rock. With a quick stride he comes before him and performs a humble bow before speaking.

"Master Taliss, It is sunrise and as you instructed I have come. I am ready to begin our lessons.

He looks back to the mentor through piercing green eyes and displays an anxious expression that portrays every ounce of the young lads ambition.