I'm not mad. Not angry-mad, that is.

[Erik Vrell]

As Erik turned to address the fresh primes, he realised that they had already left. The psychic screamed internally. He was tempted to summon a table just so he could flip it. He had been abandoned again! How many times did he have to get left behind before he could have an actual adventure?

"Fine!" Erik screamed into the void of the Nexus. "I don't need them anyway! I'll go have fun on my own, for Gal'skap's sake!" The psychic stamped his feet childishly as he turned away from the Nexus and began summoning his horse. When the familiar grey mare fully materialised, Erik had managed to cool off a bit. He stroked the horse with a heavy hand and considered his options. 

"Where should I go? I could go to the Moors, maybe. It could be fun to kill some zombies for a while." The psychic mumbled as he produced his dataverse device. The first thing to pop into his face was news on the star pieces. 

"Camelot holding a wizard tourney to assign guards for star piece?" Erik mouthed. "Concerns about attempted thefts has led to Dalaran holding a tournament to find the strongest mages and wizards in the city. Primes need not apply, as Dalaran is willing to skip the screening process to recruit willing primes."

Erik quickly stashed away his dataverse device and leapt onto his horse. Nothing would brighten his day like taking that star piece from those dirty wizards, and if they were beefing up security he obviously didn't have much time left. 

'Hurry, girl.' Erik thought to his horse, speaking to it through his mind. "We're going to relieve some filthy mages of their enchanted trinket."