Magic is what makes the world of Eberron what it is. Without magic, Eberron would surely collapse as the entire material plane relies on magic. The towers of Sharn, the largest city of all the continent of Khorvaire would crash down for these high and magnificent towers need the power of magic to stay stable. The towers of Arcanix who are floating on the sky would too be crushed to the ground. No airship would be able to fly, no lightning rail road would function, nothing in all Eberron would work. How the world would manage to survive without the help of magic? No one knows, and no one really want to know.

Chapter II

The Travler

It is not easy for a traveler to find it's way in a new town. First you need to find a merchant that has maps to sell, or ask every person you encounter to help you get to where you need to go. At least, inns are not that difficult to find, they are announced in every street and everyone knows where they are. But that day, in the hamlet of Hatheril, a new person had a very hard time finding a place to rest. The traveler was not that tall and seemed quite intimidated by the people that were walking quietly in the streets. He was covered by a dirty grey cloak and didn't let anyone see his face. Perhaps he was too shy, perhaps not, no one really knew because no one talked to him and he talked to no one, but they were really curious. He went from inn to inn, but they were all full for the day. Exhausted from his journey, the travler found a small park and a bench where he could sit and breath a little. He was about to lay on the bench when a guy showed up and sat by him on the bench. The travler jumped of surprise and backed up quickly. Sitting on the bench was a kid that seemed to be wet from head to toes that juste kept looking at his feet.

- Hey, said the kid without even turning his eyes away from his feet, you don't need to be scared of me. I won't attack you. I can't even play my flute...

The travler slowly came back to the bench but did not sit on it. He observed the kid sitting on the bench. Not only he was soaking wet, but he was quite dirty too. He had dark red shirt and dark green pants that were covered with some kind of sauce. The kid was kicking dirt from the ground.

- You don't want to talk. That's okay, I understand. I bet, all the inns are full.

The travler nodded even if the kid was not even looking at him.

- They all got some great musicians to play for them. Everyone are comming to see them play. Well I can tell you some thing... go to the Golden Bucket. It's completely at the other side of town. Their last musicien got kicked out, and won't have anyone for the night. Go there, you'll be sure to find some place. It might be cheap, but at least you'll be able to sleep in a bed.

The Travler slowly turned and went away. Surely to the golden bucket Guil thought.

- Not even a thank you...

When the travler was out of sight, Guil layed down on the bench and closed his eyes which were wet of tears.