Spells Cast At Sanctum
A lone figure stood upon a hill within the City Cemetery east of the Sacramento River. A lone tree stood not far away, nearly empty of leaves in the winter chill of California. A lone leaf still clung upon its branches. Essentially it was a pretty lonely spot within the mass of headstones. But Toren's family had picked it out for his Grandfather because of the view. It had a nice view of the city skyline, all the buildings silhouetted against the blue sky. Toren had been making this journey here less and less as of late. The living occupied his time more than the dead, and so it was with his studies of the Arcanum. Death just didn't have the priority in his life. Creation was his passion and his trade. But still, he would honor the memory of his idol and earliest mentor in architecture.
Toren placed a wide-brimmed hat he had been holding upon his shiny domed head, reducing the gleam in the area by a significant amount. He walked idly back towards his car when he thought he saw another figure between the headstones.