"Naomi."

The name clicked in his mind. He suddenly remembered that he had taken on an apprentice, and that she had been due any day now. Really, he had been looking forward to the company and the help. Enchanting wasn't exactly a dying art, but it wasn't particularly wide spread either. His attention refocused just in time to hear her say, "I'm looking for a man named Veeran. Are you him?"

Veeran scoffed lightly. "Not like I'd be anyone else, missy. Yes, I'm Veeran. So, Nawmy, right? I remember you sending that message asking me to take you on as an apprentice. Frankly I was expecting you at an earlier hour, not the end of the day." He shrugged, mostly to himself it seemed. "Well, you're here now. So the question is, are you expecting to start tonight? If so, you'll be sorely disappointed."

He began to wave her in, then thought better of it. "Well, I prepared a room for you in here a while back, in case you needed it. May as well discuss rooming while we're at it. You can stay here, free room and board, while you're studying under me. You'll also get the chance to sell your own creations, once you've advanced enough. So you won't be hurting for coin. That said, I understand if you don't want to listen to the snoring of an old geezer like me. You can pay for a room in an inn if you'd like, though that'll have to come out of your own pocket. Your choice, Nawmy." 

His voice was gentle but firm, much like one would expect from a tutor. 

"Oh, and first rule of enchanting: keep your gob shut. You don't want anything flying in there while you're working. Distractions are bad for business."

...He also had the eccentricities of an old man, much like one would expect from someone who was over 80 years old.