Marcon Astoro, human fighter

https://dicecloud.com/character/Qx3hgYABZ3ATj4bh9/Marcon-Astoro

They had rented rooms at The Magister's Mark, a public house popular with students and wizards in Innarlith. It had been a long day. If they were being honest, it had been almost a year of long days. And even in the best times, they were not prone to restraint. 

"Don't insult me with this work!"

"What am I doing wrong?!"

"Everything! These summoning circles wouldn't corral a dretch. Disgraceful."

"Do you ever get tired of insulting me?"

Lilandra Astoro, called Lilandra Riddler for her confoundig abjurations, pinched the bridge of her nose and looked wearily at her nephew.

"Marcon, I know you can do this. These diagrams are simple, if you would just apply yourself. If you didn't waste so much time on fencing manuals and waving swords around -"

"It isn't a waste of time!"

"It's a waste of MY time. Your parents apprenticed you to me. Your intellect and effort are tools I must hone. But it seems I overestimated your capacity in those regards."

"You are such a bitch!"

"Don't be a child!"

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"I am your master! You will do what I say!"

"Wrong on both counts!"

A rushed gathering of belongings. A slammed door.

There have been more promising starts to adventuring careers.