Poxig brushed back the hair from his eyes. He had always wanted to become a wayward wanderer, and now he was able to do so.
It was time to say goodbye to Janquis for now and head to his mother’s house, and this time is was for an extended goodbye. He was now going with Janquis to Marginalia, and he would not return for some time, if ever.
Life would become more fantastical and wildly erratic for this young elf, especially because that time had passed from young adulthood to adult, & now he would see new things and experiment on a level that he had never known.
There were gifts from his mother that he did not want to forget. One of them was the Orb which had once belonged to his father. This was the Orb that the prophecy had talked about, & he had realized how important it was to retain this knowledge. If leaked out, it could cause the imps to summon dark-magic that would overthrow the delicate balance of Illyria.
Once he had arrived at Excelsior, he stayed at his mother’s cottage for a little while, & then moved on towards castle Marginalia. There he would gain an audience to king Charles I, and receive his mission. It was a long slow trudge to the emissary Seljuk, who was the first person to visit on his journey.
In fact, emissary Seljuk, or Er. Seljuk as he was known, was a friend of his father’s, and had been a trusted adviser of the family for many years. He came to the man’s cottage and knocked on the door. In fact, a nameless beggar prevented him from getting to the door. He was asleep on the doorstep.
“This is Emissary Seljuk’s house! Who goes there?” he asked.
“It is me, Poxig, ” said the young elf.
“Er. Seljuk doesn’t like mendicants!” he exclaimed.
“What makes you think I am as such?” asked Poxig.
“I am the guardian of his house,” he said.
“Why do you look like a beggar?” asked Poxig.
“Obviously, to repel the beggars,” he replied.
“You didn’t even ask my name or pay me respect, even though I am a surrogate for an emissary.”
“Pardon me, what is your name?”
“Guess,” chimed the beggar-man.
“Rumplestiltskin.” said Poxig.
The beggar chortled.
Suddenly the door opened to the house, and none other than Emissary Seljuk emerged.
“What’s all this racket?” asked Er. Seljuk.
“Oh, dear sir, pardon my intrusion. I am looking for Er. Seljuk,” intoned Poxig.
“Is Sheldon bothering you? I told him not to be rude to visitors,” said Er. Seljuk.
At this, Sheldon turned into a falcon and flew away.