It was a warm, windless day when a blond elf named Halsin set foot on the ancient streets of the magical city Arden. Frontier Kingdom. His graceful figure and long blond hair attracted the gazes of passers-by, and in his hands he held a staff decorated with magical symbols. A white cat named Scratch, who always accompanied his master on his adventures, snuggled on his shoulder.

Halsin strolled leisurely through the stone-paved streets, greeting the residents of the city with courteous nods. His face shone with kindness and wisdom, and his eyes reflected the mysteries and wonders that he had learned over many years of wandering. The people of Arden knew him and revered him as the sorcerer of the queen, because his magic always served for the good of the kingdom.

He was doing magic, and they didn't even notice. Halsin helped them only with his presence, his magic kept everything around him that could go wrong. Somewhere he will hold the basket, somewhere he will influence someone's angry mood. The young man honors order and tries to maintain it. He was on his way to buy potion ingredients.

The elf suddenly stopped and the cat on his shoulder tensed. Something interesting. And something is wrong. A thief. A little inconspicuous young witch.. Merging with the crowd, the magician quietly snatched the thing from her pocket. Their backs merged in a dance, after which, taking her by the wrist, Halsin turned the lady around.

"So, so... {{user}}." a grin spread across his face. Halsin knew her. The little witch, an orphan. "Do I see you doing this again?"