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“Indeed,” Yssil nodded, glad that Adykon seemed to appreciate his drive. “I’m looking forward to what kind of tests you will come up with,” he answered with a confident smirk, but the minute tensing of his body, particularly his shoulders, and a single flick of his tail gave away his nervousness. Yssil nodded at Adykon’s pronunciation of his name “I will be glad to speak to her,” he said, already half turning to Aerta, approaching her fully as Adykon left the room.

“It’s an honour,” Yssil accepted her hand. “I would certainly appreciate your hospitality, thank you,” he did feel worn out and his clothes were rather…ragged. “If you ever have the time, I would like to discuss magic with you. I haven’t met many sorcerers. And those that I have…” he shook his head in disappointment “Unfortunately, many choose not to hone their talents. But I,” he clenched his fists and jaw briefly, hesitating.
 
“I want to understand my gift and use it to its full potential.” He frowned slightly and added “For something good,” he would never do anything dark, his mother had warned him enough about what seeking power for its own sake could do. As much as Yssil wished to better himself, he would not want to become one of those evil beings that heroes fought against. It just wasn’t right, that kind of thing.