One Last Knight. A Series of Short Stories.

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Something new!

Small happenings in and around the random corners of Enverdolmal.

Often just short musings, observations, or questions.

All random!

All Canon!

Enjoy folks!

And off we go!

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The recrystallized limestone that covered nearly every inch of Garth Verlore's campus was immaculately beautiful. 

"Marble flooring" is what you may know it as. 

Remmy -the school's beloved Stonemason and Lapidary- had all he needed.

His Sodium Bicarbonate.

His Chamois cloth.

His motley collection of mild cleaners, and his waist bag in which he carried the tools of his trade. 

The sprawling floors before him were in desperate need of a good polishing, and it was not only his job, but his pleasure to see to it. 

He strapped on his knee pads and those for his elbows too, necessary items to do the things he'd have to do.

The halls were nearly silent, as all of the Teachers, Students, and Staff were either busy with a wide array of classes and projects or huddled in the massive arena that was The Grand Mecca in anticipation of the start of the Triple-M Gala. 

The bi-annual Mixed Magic and Melee Gala.

The silence was always welcome, but what Remmy really needed was the space.

He dropped to his hands and knees and gazed upon the sparkling stone closely, his keen and experienced eyes locating even the smallest of marks and blemishes. 

Where they could not do so, he flipped down the tiny microscope that he kept strapped to his forehead, further magnifying and pointing out what needed to be addressed.

Remmy was an extremely detail-oriented Tinker-Kin. 

He would be sure to not miss a single scratch. 

His right hand plucked from his belt a small, fine-bristled brush.

His left plucked from his waist bag a palm-sized, chipped glass jar.

One of a plethora of needed agents that he would apply to the surface in preparation for the next several steps. 

The next part was one of Remmy's most favored.

Caring for the several-century-old floor gave him purpose, and he took to it as if it were his own child. 

He would take his time with each and every inch.

No matter how long the process took.

Unscrewing the cap, he slowly, meticulously dabbed the smallest bit of the agent onto an equally small funnel, and into a nearly invisible crack.

Suddenly, a faint bell chimed high above his head, and a rolling announcement burst forth, magically echoing down the vast corridors around him. 

"LAAAAAAAAAAAADIES AND GEEEEEEEENTELMAN! 

STUDENTS AND STAFF! 

WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO THE BI-ANNUAL MIXED MAGIC AND MELEE GALA!" 

And with it came a sudden and inescapable stampede of Humans and Humanoids alike,

all rushing to the nearest scrying orb to catch a glimpse of the main event. 

Remmy was nearly bowled over, the jar was knocked from his hand and tossed about!

His brushed thrown here and there!

A small cloud of powders formed below the waistline of 80% of those who passed, it went unnoticed just as the small man was desperately flailing about in an attempt to tend to a rapidly spreading mess.

In a matter of seconds, the crowd had passed.

Remmy sat winded, but not defeated alas.

The recrystallized limestone that covered nearly every inch of Garth Verlore's campus was nearly immaculate still, and quite beautiful.

Even with the prints of a hundred different-sized boots and shoes temporarily painted over it. 

With the smallest of sighs, a stretch, and a wink of his eye:

He dropped to his hands and knees and gazed upon the stained yet still sparkling stone closely, his keen and experienced eyes locating even the smallest of marks and blemishes. 

Even amongst the added debris. 

Where they could not do so, he flipped down the tiny microscope that he kept strapped to his forehead, further magnifying and pointing out what needed to be addressed.

Remmy was an extremely detail-oriented Tinker-Kin. 

He would be sure to not miss a single scratch. 

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See you all back here at the gates to Enverdolmal soon enough!

Stay safe.

Stay healthy.

Stay vigilant.

-Redd.