Meserimus nodded, it was a tough question and he supposed Richard had a point. It was perhaps easy when one had lived a life as long as his to be full of circumspection and philsophy about the expanse of ones life and what to do with it. Richer boys might have had more options, might have bought themselves time through funds.

'Have you thought of a grand tour?' he asked, 'A trip around Europe to find yourself or your vocation?'. Meserimus' old bones did not repel the cold the way they once did and he cast a warming spell on himself and raised a wand to question if his grandson wanted one of his own, or if the cold was bracing him.

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