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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

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Crowley paused, considered this and... the bit right into that bagel.

"If they provide two free meals a day anyway does it really matter? All I took was this bagel, they are getting out cheap."

Bagels not being too very expensive most of the time, and certainly less so than a full meal.

"You took that from the bakery, didn't you? They're not the same thing. Don't you have restaurants where you're from?"

Look, she's been to some very small towns. Not to mention that if this man is a dragon, Amelia isn't sure what dragons do for food. At least that intelligent ones who can shapeshift (albeit usually with some non-human trait that came out under stress, like Miss Filia's tail). The other sort tend to just eat whatever looks tasty.

Crowley shrugged.

"Does it really matter? One little mistake... It's hardly worth worrying about."

He certainly didn't see any reason to worry over one stupid little theft. It wasn't even anything particularly valuable, a bagel. But then demons had different values than warriors of justice.

"Maybe if you promise not to do it again," Amelia said. "And mean it."

Okay, she couldn't force that. Well, probably not, unless Princess powers let her do that in this world. But she could keep an eye out.

"Promise?"

Crowley turned up his nose and quickly shook his head.

"That's no good, demons never make promises."

This was a lie. It was more that demons only made promises when they were convenient. This was not convenient.

"You don't look like a demon," Amelia said. "They can't mimic humans that well. That's more of a mazoku thing." The word didn't quite slip into English, but Crowley might be able to catch the derivation if he knew other languages: the 'evil race/tribe'.

His lip curled upward slightly, affronted that this girl thought all demons were disgusting nasty creatures who often wore other disgusting nasty creatures on their head--... ok, she had a point!

"Expert on demons are you? We aren't all like that. Some of us, well, me, mostly... actually prefer having a human form. Makes it easier to blend in."

He flexed his dark wings just to indicate they were there.

"Run into many normal humans that have these do you?"

"It's wrong to judge other people by appearances, Mister. But, actually, you look a lot like an Ancient Dragon I met a year or two ago. He was a shapeshifter, too."

Look, there's a very distinct taxonomy here. It just so happens that it totally doesn't apply except on Amelia's home plane, and it hasn't occurred to her that maybe tings are different here.

"A dragon?!"

How rude, thinking he was a... actually. You know, when you thought of that it was pretty flattering.

"Big powerful things dragons."

He was lost briefly in though imagining how interesting a life that would be. He'd have the same eyes probably, still have scales... would he have to build a treasure horde?

Almost having forgotten he was in a conversation he looked back to the girl.

"You'd actually do that? You would walk up to a dragon and tell them not to steal?"

"Well, yes? I mean, it would only work if it was an intelligent dragon. But they can decide not to steal as well."

It doesn't seem to occur to Amelia that dragons are big and powerful, and that might be a reason why one wouldn't do that.

Well then, allow a demon to point that out for you.

"What if they took exception to that and decided to eat you?"

"I am a sorceress," Amelia said. "I can cast magic."

She can also use magic to fly far, far away, but she's not admitting that.

"What, still?"

Crowley looked her over thinking that untrue at this point and silently hoping she wasn't a 'magician' who was going to try to pull a coin out of his ear.

"Have you tried to do anything magical since you arrived? You're in for a shock."

"I've been working on getting my magic back!" Amelia protested. "It's just a bit of an adjustment is all."

"Adjustment... yeah."

He was not impressed.

"While you are 'adjusting' you might keep in mind that there are bigger and meaner things around than you."

This 'helpful' advice offered as he finished off the stolen bagel, set a hand to the girl's head, and moved her aside so he could leave.

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