[Amber Brightwing]

“That’s no way to talk to a lady.” If he looked behind him, Morendil could see one of the clerics had stopped behind him. A old human in simple beige robes stood before him, his hands clasped together in front of him. He looked no more or less remarkable then the rest of the priests. “I am Father Sirus Mabe and you must be Morendil Mithania, my latest pupil.” He studied the Half Elf for a moment before continuing. They normally didn’t teach students outside of those following the path of Diana, but for this one an exception had been made.

Normally he’d inquiry about the why’s of his students choices for Thaumaturgy, but he had been told all there was to know about that already. It was a good thing he had the patience of a Elf too as going by what he’d got to hear he would need it. “Shall we go inside and start your training once you finished your smoke?”