Donitz wrote the new song, along with simple notes, on a scroll he did not knew he had. He just finished it when a spark jumped from his pen to the paper. It sank in and somehow spread out in a wave, changing the paper into some dull metallic color. Donitz felt knowledge trickling into his brain: 'Compose'.
The two went to sleep, in a tent just outside of the city walls.
"Wake up!" A harsh voice, and the sound of someone rapping the pole shook Zario from his sleep. "Get your senses together : its time for you to be deported!"
The unfamiliar man unchained Zario and lead him to a small room. He closed the door behind him and left him alone. The room was barren, with a tiled floor and rough stone walls. After a short while, someone knocked and came in.
The squad leader entered. A short girl with short blond hair, probably no older than 13, bounded in after him. The leader cleared his throat, and said:
Although the procedure is that you are teleported to Cean and placed on a boat, the person we requested was unable to come. Apparently, he was attacked by a black wizard, and he is still recovering from its magical wound attacks. I was ... approached by the Alchemy Research and Development people to offer you the chance for a ... different way of being deported.
You get to be the test group for a new and improved physical transport machine!, the girl practically shouted out enthusiastically.
Its totally safe*, fast** and FUN***! (*Safe is compared to non-alchemical means of transport via catapult **Fast is compared to mundane ways of crossing the ocean ***Fun is according to a group of people who call themselves Bay12ers)
Tryittryittryit!
The young alchemist looked into Zario's eyes with all the pureness a 12 year old could have.
The clattering of the town's gates awakened Griph and Donitz. The queued up line of travelers were already heading in by the time the two shook off the last vestiges of sleep. They packed up and headed into the town, making their way to the town center. There was a huge amount of merchants with floor mats, and they were peddling all sorts of goods. In one corner of the square was some sort of contraption that looked like it should belong in a city's siege, not a marketplace. It was aligned towards the east.