“I realize that, I am a sorcerer as well. But any tips you have might come in handy,” Yssil addressed what he considered the most important first. “I agree, I should take care of my appearance first,” he gestured to his travel-induced scruffy looks. “And my mother does have similar rules,” he commented.
 
Then he let Aerta lead him to one of the bathrooms. Now that he had the opportunity to do so, Yssil cleaned himself thoroughly, the water both removing all the dirt and soothing his aches somewhat. He put his dirty and threadbare – but still functional, he thought – clothes in the hamper and put on the fresh loincloth and long dark blue shorts, which went to just above his knees, that Aerta had prepared for him.

After he finished, he found Aerta, remembering she had mentioned food but also eager to speak to her. “I personally find magic theory fascinating, if unhelpful, so I shall leave that topic rest,” he told her. “What I’m interested in – have you found some specific magical practices that you would recommend to me? Or are my powers really something I can discover, strengthen and learn about only on my own?” Yssil asked, curious; he had never got a clear answer regarding that. Oh, dracons certainly told him that he could never understand his own magic in the way wizards came to learn theirs, but he was stubborn enough that this had not curtailed his thirst for both the arcane knowledge and its power any.