Solo [Institute] Lazarin's Tutelage

[Sevris]

11th Day of Spring 513 A.V It was the first day of his private class. Sevris was just in a foul mood that morning as well. He knew the amount of bad jokes for his latent decision would be innumerable. The young Lazarin had taken it upon himself to start learning the magic disciplines. On his journey for higher knowledge, learning the ways of the arcane arts would finally make him a notable Lazarin. Although it called against his better judgement, he had set up private classes with a personal relative of his. Thaedus Lazarin. They weren't exactly on the right foot because Sevris had refused magical training before and solely wanted to focus on the blade. Thaedus was not impressed with this and considered him to be weak. If he did not explore the arcane arts then he was not worthy of his attention. So it came toa surprise when He received word from the young Lazarin asking for lessons with his chose fields of expertise. Delighted nevertheless he took the request. Thaedus was eager to teach and to torture his relative. The Professor walked in his laboratory where Sevris peered at him from his seat. He locked eyes with the Apprentice and said to him, "So you have changed your mind about what is your birthright to know." Sevris replied with no emotion, "Yes sir." He walked in front of Sevris's table and began to pace back and forward. "You understand the disciplines behind magic is absolute. That this is a dangerous field no matter the type of magic there is. Weakness will not be tolerated or suffer the penalty of death. "Glyphing is the first order of business. I want you to first, draw a simple glyph as it is shown on the board." Sevris took a quill and parchment paper and began to do trace and draw a simple glyph that Thaedus had drawn on the board in front of them. He arched the circles back with his quill but it seemed as if it was crooked. When he gave it to the Paladin. He took a fleeting glance at it and ripped it in half. "Try again. This time use your eyes." A flare of anger burst suddenly, and disappeared just as fast. He was going to make this very hard for him. For his defiance about his teachings when he was younger. The Lazarins did not forget anything. Even the little things. Sevris got back to working on a new glyph, trying just as he did before on the other one. This time he tried taking his time with so that his glyphs did not seem as crooked.