Marco breathed the fresh morning air as he walked around the castle. Today he would be looking at all the masters of the trades and there jobs, He had a good feeling about alot of them. First this morning was The head Chef of Castle Windrock.
"KEEP THAT FIRE GOING BOY!!" yelled Chef Hamkern at Marco who was now covered in ash for doing this for the past few hours. "You want to be a chef?! How can you cook without a fire!! ha!" shouted the chef, His face now red from the lack of oxygen from how much he had been shouting at Marco. Chef Hamkern wore a white jacket, white pants and a white hat along with an apron. He was an over weight man with curly red hair and a red mustache. In his hand he held a large wooden spoon that he was sturring a soup with and to his standards Marco wasn't heating the fire underneath it hot enough. "THAT'S IT!!!" screamed the angry chef, breaking the wooden spoon by smashing it against the counter getting Marco's attention before the angry chef threw the handle of the spoon at Marco, Hitting him in the head. It didn't hurt but Marco began exiting the kitchen, His hands up in case the angry chef decided to throw the soup at him too. "GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!" he screamed and with that Marco was out the door taking the apron off. "That didn't work out" said Marco before sighing and heading over to his next skill master.
"Alright Marco, The first thing you need to learn about fletching is patients" said Mr Farkon, The master Fletcher of Windrock. "Fletch me a arrow shaft from this chunk of wood" said the Fletcher holding up a long thinner chunk of wood that was crooked but could easily be made into a straight and fine arrow in the right hands. Marco took the chunk of wood and the knife the Fletcher held out to him before sitting on a tree stump nearby and he began carving out the arrow shaft.
An hour and a half later Marco was finished and just looking at it he knew he wasn't suppose to be a Fletcher for the arrow curved up at one point and then outward at another.
Throughout the entire day Marco went through all the Skill Masters, He tried Horse keeping, Which almost got him kicked in the face by a horse, He tried Knight training but he could not keep up his shield well enough and he found himself too slow in the training armor, He had tried Politics but that didn't go well either. Now he sat in his bedroom thinking on what to do. He was to small to be a Knight, the armor slowed him down, Politics were boring, Fletching was nothing he would ever want to do for his life and caring for horses was....well he wanted to keep his teeth. Just at that moment there was a knock on the wooden door to his small room. He stood and opened the door revealing one of the servants who handed him a letter. After thanking her he closed the door and opened the letter to read what was inside.
I noticed you were having trouble finding a career for your life today, If you have not found one please meet me at sunrise tomorrow in the forest on the left side of the castle.
-Alran.
Marco kept his eyes on the note for a few moments before smiling at the idea and thought about it.
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