The Administration Mage
An hour after four in the morning Ayenee Standard Time a shadow crossed over the hard oaken door of the Blackbird Tavern, and the branded Blackbird emblem upon the door. The mans storm grey eyes traced the door frame before falling invariably to the knob. The shadow over the door seemed to pause and grow denser upon the door, as a hand was lifted towards the knob before falling short. His hand dropped back down and he turned back. His profile faded out as he turned and looked back over his shoulder looking at the taverns front memories flickering over his consciousness. Two were missing, and the one who he despised wasn't here either. A careful step forward hid an odd jostle to his step as he moved forward. Though it had purpose. The Tavern would by the first light of dawn be cleaned to a level of excellence that was impossible for any human hand to manage or a human eye to see the level to which things were made correct. If one so inspected they would find that the wood had been shaved and rounded to a level of glass like texture, the glass seemingly made anew. Even the Iron and metal fittings would have a new-like sheen. Stains within the wood that had aged with the tavern would be gone as if by magic. Even the trash would be empty when Veta would check the cans in the morning to prepare for the next day of business. As he turned and moved back into the shadows his blue hair fluttered within the light predawn breeze. However his gifts would allow him to keep track of what-so-ever happened in the tavern. He had been left in this world forgotten by those who should have remembered him most dear, but he remembered them. With a sudden hard plant of his feet he leaped into the air propelled into the sky suddenly with a mild concussive blast upon the ground leaving a shockwave pattern within the gravel and dirt of the road.