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Rowan rolled his shoulder uncomfortably as he adjusted the mail bag that hung on his shoulder. Apparently, the mailman’s truck was having some issues, and the lazy bloke didn’t want to finish the deliveries himself, and so the plasma mage was asked to finish the job. The pay wasn’t going to be too good, but a job was a job, and Rowan had nothing much else to do. As he approached the first house, he began shuffling through the bag to find the correct envelopes. After a few moments, the plasma mage successfully retrieved the papers before delicately placing them within the mailbox. Flipping the flag upwards to signal that the box was full, Rowan nodded his head at the completion of the first delivery. With the first house down, the plasm mage continued on his way to make the rest of his deliveries. As he made his way to the next house, Rowan considered both the jobs that he had done in last week, as well as the jobs he had lined up for today. Many of the missions that he had done in the past days were simple odd jobs that many wouldn’t consider actual mage work, but they needed to be done, and it wasn’t like the plasma mage was busy anyway. Of course, after this job, he’d be off to help out at a blood drive, as well as pick up his passport on the way home. All in all, Rowan felt that he was skimping out on some genuine magical training, and he chided himself on the inside as he tucked away another set of envelopes into yet another mailbox. As he continued on, Rowan made the mental decision to work on some magical training right after today’s set of jobs, probably tomorrow at that. With another house down, Rowan looked down the street and took a deep breath, ready to wrap this up.
Not too long after, about half an hour, Rowan stood proudly at the end of his delivery course, admiring the distance he had travelled. His mailbag was now completely empty, which meant it was time to head back and let the mailman know he was done with the job. The plasma mage plodded along the path back to the broken down truck, his hands resting casually on his head. Looking up into the sky, he figured that it would be about an hour or so before noon, and that would give him enough time to wrap this job up, and quickly head off to collect his passport. After lunch, he’d go help out with the blood drive. The mail truck quickly came into view, and Rowan spotted the mailman waiting impatiently inside the drivers seat. Once he was close enough the mailman hopped out of the truck and held his hand out for the bag, which Rowan gladly gave back. After checking it to make sure it was empty, the mailman nodded approvingly before handing Rowan a small sack of jewel, “Thanks for the help lad, much appreciated.”
With the transaction out of the way, Rowan quickly picked up his pace to make it to his next job.