Originally Posted by Sturnik

Some time later, grunting as his knees creaked with age and a tiring work day Sturnik made his way down the dark corridor for the umpteenth time. Hauling himself inside a stationary cart, Sturnik waited for a wizard to approach.

Spying a young boy not too far off, he pointed a long talon-like fingernail at him and nodded. "You will be next now."

So what if he said it a bit ominously, in his old age he could do what he pleased. Even if that meant scaring the wits off young wizards. That he enjoyed doing it was a completely different matter. Completely.

Waiting for the boy to climb in, he nodded curtly and turned his head towards him only slightly to remind him to keep his arms and legs in the cart. With a lurch, it was in motion and speeding down the track. A few harrowing turns and lunch-losing dips later, the cart came to a jolting halt. Exiting the cart and waiting impatiently for the boy to follow him he pointed ahead.
"Vault number 015. Your key." It was not a question. More of a statement. Because of course, there was no way the boy could access his vault without him.