Llarasa managed a smile and moved to collect the tea set from the sitting room to brew another pot. It gave enough time for Monderyn to take an uncomfortable pause. His eyes were caught by Fendros, who encouraged him with a dip of his head to get him to answer.

"The magical training is a matter of course, not profession," Monderyn said. He looked to the opposite wall rather than directly at Ahnasha. "We were all taught...well, Fendros had trouble because of his birth sign, but we are expected to be able to use magic in our day-to-day lives."

A coincidentally perfect example was present in the way Llarasa was making the tea in front of them. Rather than boil the water over a fire, she was holding the pot in both her hands and heating it with an orange magical light.

Monderyn continued. "I don't know how much Fendros has told you about us and the vineyard. We're also expected to assist and eventually inherit the business. Fendros in particular was meant to be the master of the house after Father would pass, whenever that turned out to be. It's me in line now."

Monderyn didn't give any indication of wanting to ask Ahnasha any questions.