241 BTFOM – 198 BTFOM: The Education of Damian Flow
With his heart set on helping others live better lives, Damian turned his endless time toward learning.
He found refuge in the border cities between desert and jungle — places where knowledge was traded as freely as coin, if one knew which doors to knock on. Though already over a century old, he looked no older than a man in his thirties, and passed easily as another wandering student.
He apprenticed under a retired brewer, learning the alchemy of fermentation — how to turn fruit, grain, and honey into spirits that warmed the soul. From there, he picked up glasswork and the delicate art of shaping containers both useful and beautiful. When a traveling herbalist took him in, he studied plants that soothed pain or sharpened the mind, learning to brew medicine, perfume, and poison in equal measure.
He learned numbers from gamblers, contracts from thieves, and letters from priests too proud to notice the fox-tail beneath his cloak. Slowly, the foundations of a merchant’s mind took root.
His magic, once fiery and wild, began to settle into precision. He learned to weave illusions with purpose — disguising goods, hiding danger, or drawing attention exactly where he wanted it.
By the time three decades had passed, Damian was no longer just a wanderer. He was an artisan — a craftsman whose hands could make anything from fine glass perfume bottles to volatile alchemical oils. His new trade became his disguise, and his learning became his weapon.
“If they fear magic,” he would tell Flarereen, “then I’ll hide it in plain sight — behind craft, art, and commerce.”
And so, his rebellion began — not with fire or steel, but with ink, glass, and clever hands.