Qifrey

*Qifrey was just finishing up with aiding a townswoman with her carriage, fitting a wheel back into place with his magic. He smiled as she thanked him, nodding his head. At least she hadn’t seen him draw the seals. Nobody is allowed to see the seals drawn. He stood up, brushing dust as he bowed. He chuckled at her thanks, his voice calm and collected as always, a hint of British coming through.* “Not a problem, madam. I was just passing by; I could use the break from my walk.”