[Sometime in the early afternoon, there's a knock on your character's apartment door! And standing there in front of it is one Purple Mage -
Looking disgruntled for some reason or another, which isn't exactly rare but certainly isn't common, either.]

Hello. Pardon my intrusion, but have you been delivered a parcel of trinkets by the Research Center? Things such as crystals and... magical gadgets, I suppose.
I am missing a pair of miniature astrolabes, several enchanted rings, as well as a small collection of aquamarines and peridots...

But those devilish machines have pilfered through my entire apartment while I was out, I'm sure there must be more missing. If you have received anything similar, jewelry or instruments or whatnot... that would be very helpful to know.

[Somewhere on the streets of Amberfall, dangling high above the asphalt, is everyone's favorite gigantic shadow creature - hanging from a streetlamp and wrapped up in so many vines, the idea of struggling isn't something they can even begin to consider.
Even worse... they've been here for a few hours now. They discovered rather early on that these vines have some sort of counter magic - something that keeps them from being able to teleport or pry the vines away with their own powers, leaving them stuck here, just... waiting.
It's great. They're bored out of their mind. Awesome.
And to add insult to injury, their hat's long since fallen off onto the sidewalk below, unable to be scooped up thanks to the vines keeping a good hold on their magic.

Anyone who hasn't met Purple Mage by now is plenty free to stop and jeer if they'd like - as if they can do anything to stop it, right? - but anyone that does know the Mage is getting called out to with a gentle -]

Excuse me! Up here, please!

[If it sounds like Purple doesn't yell much... it's because Purple doesn't yell much.]

Would you mind helping me down? I am certain I have seen cutters for plants like this in stores nearby - if you must purchase any, I will happily repay you!

[Purple usually isn't one to participate in things they know they'd be immediately, publicly bad at - they'd rather hide away and practice it by themself until they're able to take part without embarrasing themself somehow.
But this... it's not something you can just find a little nook in a park and practice all alone. You have to dive in head first, so to speak.

Which is to say, they definitely look a little goofy by the edge of an ice rink, right now. Done up in a long, heavy coat and a thick scarf to match, using their magic to catch themself every single tiny amount that they begin to wobble or fall...
They haven't progressed very far at all, and definitely look like they could use some help. But at least they're trying?]