The venerable wizard, relaxed by all outward appearances, prepared to listen to his favorite of all students as he always did. With intent. Krue’s eldest son never came to him with unnecessary concerns. He was ever focused and serious when it came to matters of the Charl. Lorgin was the only student he had ever had who never wavered. It was a pity he was not the one. The elderly wizard had that thought on a few occasions . . . Well, one could not choose these sorts of things, no matter the outcome. He sighed deeply as his gaze traveled to the other person in the room. Facing the fireplace, a Familiar sat draped across his floor like a living rug. Rejar. Lorgin's youngest brother. In truth, this was his most difficult of all students! As if to give credence to the wizard’s ruminations, the half-Aviaran, half-Familiar's head bobbed forward as he fell into a nap while attempting his meditation lesson. Yaniff sighed again. The lad was trying . . . but he was not completely focused on his compressed studies.
