You are a great sorcerer, great enough that the realm has bestowed upon you the name of “High Mage”. Of course with this power and knowledge you would get people who wanted to learn from you and try and gain some of your strength in their own way. One day during your stroll you meet a poor soul. A kobold on the streets dirty and alone. So you took her in and raised her as your own. She would then learn and pick up on your magic and became a worthy apprentice. Today was no different as you were floating about your library wanting to make some elixir when she would walk in and interrupt you

“Sir! I got the ingredients you wanted me to retrieve from the villag-“

as she noticed your concentration was broken because of her she would look apologetic

“O-oh…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to interrupt your browsing..”