With a slight grunt, Dale picks up the heavy boulder and carries it to the larger table like rock in the center of the grove. Once there, he pulls out his writing tools, quills, ink and parchment. He smooths the parchment out across the rock and dips a quill in the ink. After a moment to collect his thoughts, he begins to write in a flowing script.
The language Dale writes in is rarely used these days. As a matter of fact, Dale might be killed if the wrong people discover that he is capable of writing this script. His mentor and benefactor had her home destroyed by those that would rid the world of magic.
Dale hopes to change how people perceive magic. It is a tool. No different than a sword. The sword can be used for good or evil. But the sword itself is neither good or bad. It is simply a tool. Just like magic.
Dale banishes these thoughts from his mind as he begins to write the spell onto the scroll. "Whisparnum zaltinum se kaltinum zorst...
The young arcanist becomes lost in the crafting of the scroll. For hours he is lost to the world, completely focused on his task. He continues to write as if the world around him does not exist. A troop of Xan Thakian soldiers could walk right by him and he would not even notice.