InsaneJournal

Elminster woke on the third day of his stay at mirage and he was restless. Although this "Mirage" was nice and he badly needed a vacation, the lack of many other races and the smallness of the resort compared to the vastness of Faerun was weighing on his mind. For a while, he leafed through various of the books adorning the walls of his room. He spent most of his time editing specific portions of "The Grand History of the Realms".  After a while, he tossed the book aside and looked up at the roof. He needed to get out and stretch his proverbial legs.

He stepped out onto the balcony. Something smelled very odd about the air. Instantly, he threw up his various magical defenses against poisons, and other various airborne agents. That was very odd. He had thought that this resort was providing for their every need. He wondered what airborne agent was part of that need. H decided to file that away for later consideration. Concentrating, he prepared to cast one of his favorite spells. As the casting completed, wings appeared on his back, and he stepped off the balcony and began flying over the resort. He loved flying and the sense of freedom it gave him,  especially now.

Below him, he caught sight of someone looking up at him, from outside his Lodging building. The person had bright pink hair. He decided to go and say hello. Human contact sounded exactly like what he needed right now.  He landed next to her and bowed.

"Greetings, I am Elminster. And who might you be?"