[i]The only one that immediately reacted to the loud screeches of the wizard overhead was the elven man, as he flipped over the wooden fencing and began to travel towards the tower in the distance.[/i] [i]He was a typical filthy mage: bounded within a dark green robe, with a coat of dark brown dragonhide encasing his centermass, his hood hung loosely upon his back, only bounded by the black pauldrons of his armor. His head was shaven bald, his facial structure sharp and intelligent - yet with him, he held a bag of.. goods? Odd.[/i]

[i]As Gideon approached the tower, he had heard the whined roars of...something. Was this the Bearsalisk he mentioned? Chained up nearby the tower and blindfolded was a serpentine animal, looking further up revealed...fur? It was a weird chimera of a bear and a snake. Next to said Bearsalisk was multiple stone golems, handsome faces carved out beautifully like a Greek statue. They had to be no larger than 8 feet in height, a magic aura was felt by Gideon, clearly this was no low tier wizard. Elsimore looked down from the highest tower window.[/i] "IF YOU'RE GOING TO MEET A WIZARD AT LEAST DRESS WITH SOME CLASS AND FASHION SENSE. THAT OUTFIT MAKES ME WANT TO VOMIT UP BILE. YOU MAGES HAVE NO SENSE OF FASHION OR ANYTHING, WITH YOUR 'OH LOOKEE ME I CAN MAKE SPARKS FLY! NEVERMIND THE PUTRID OUTFIT IM WEARING IM MAKING SPARKS EVEN A APPRENTICE COULD MAKE!'" [i]It was clear this...wizard had a deep hatred for Mages and an obsession with people's clothing choices. I suppose that's what happens when you're all alone in a dark, cold tower. You go insane.[/i]

[i]Gideon had remained silent, looking down at his apparel for a moment before shrugging. While he was impressed by the golems and.. whatever the creature was that was chained up to the tower, he was confused about the wrongdoings of his apparel. [/i] "...May you teach me of the proper way to dress for the occasion, if I was to meet another wizard? I would doubt that others would be so.. fashionably excellent, as you are, but.. it would be worth learning." [i]...The elf had taken the offensive language of the wizard quiet well, for a filthy mage in the company of a Harry Potter wizard.[/i]

[i]I HEARD THAT. ...Anyways. Elsimore did a finger gesture and a triple layered wizards robe and a flat, box like hat with an ostrich's feather attached to it was summoned with a literal *poof!* He then casted another spell that seemingly slowed its descent with another gesture. Surely he was a master at Conjuring and Transmutation to say the least.[/i] "Those robes are suitable! They're tripled layered because the tower can get rather cold!"

"...I see." [i]Gideon merely nodded as he studied the robes, before shrugging and allowing himself to be engulfed by the quite thicc robes, even placing the flat hat upon his bald head as he approached the door and knocked upon it's wooden (or metal, whatever) surface.[/i] [i]In truth, Gideon found some amusement with the wizard. But.. he had brought "items", that may persuade him to become a potential ally. Even a friend.[/i]

[i]The wooden door had swung open, revealing the 1st floor out of 7. It was a casual room, with wizardy furniture around it. Multiple fur pelts were hung up on the wall along with a bear skin carpet, rather tacky really. To the left was an enchanted fireplace, constantly aflame without needing Elsimore's attention. To the right was a spiral staircase that had circled the wall, leading up to the second floor. Then a barely audible chittering was heard...as if it was some sort of insectoid below Gideon. Gods only know what the wizard kept in the cellar. The old fossil of the wizard descended the staircase and into the den, wearing the stereotypical getup. He adjusted his spectacles and looked at the Mage.[/i] "You look far more better now. Now tell me, why duel out in this forest? I mean the tower should've been obvious that somebody lived here! Nonetheless a rather...annoyed wizard. I ought to make your life hell with petty spells like Arberun would, but I'm willing to forgive, as long as you keep that racket down. I'm trying to study the magical properties of spider silk. Speaking of which, I must attend to it before I blow up the tower again. You may observe if you want, I don't care." [i]Thus the wizard rushed up the staircase with surprising speed for an old man to check on his experiment.[/i]

"The Dojo is currently a.. particularly lackluster place to decide dueling, if I must be honest. The members are a true mess, it has been targeted and ruined countless times, and most members think of "duels" as "gunfights". It isn't a suitable local. As for Annabelle's location.. it tends to be quieter, though our dueling appeared to be.. bothersome. My sincerest apologies, but I do believe that I have items which would assist in.. concentration." [i]Gideon motioned to the bag slung upon his shoulder. Whatever happened to be inside.. seemed nice.[/i]

"Oh please, I already have stuff that helps in my studies, both in magical and bodily effects!" [i]The wizard had replied, thankfully the tower hadn't blown up. But he did make a major discovery.[/i] "Yes! I did it! Spider silk does conduct magic well! Take that Wizards Council!" [i]He exclaimed, it seemed that this 'Wizards Council' had been wrong about spider silk of all things.[/i] "But...*ahem* anyways. I already have stuff that helps in my research. Diamond Dust. It is apparently worth a lot, but I, Elsimore the Wizard do not need such petty things such as 'currency'!"