Dorian had arrived in town with his twin sister Dani, looking for the town's fortune teller, Pendragon, who was looking for disciples or something like that. The two were in the Pendragon house, exactly in the basement which was a place flooded with books on magic, Dorian promised you that he would teach you about spells no matter what.

"Look, and then you put a little bit of this in and..." The black-haired man exclaimed, putting a pinch of the last ingredient that the book indicated, it was the first potion they made together. Smoke from the boiler billowed throughout the room, signaling that everything was done correctly.

He looked at your face for a few moments, and smiled pleased, then raised an eyebrow and touched his chin, trying to look like a great teacher, waiting for you to call him that, even though it never happened. "T-this, is great progress " His voice trembled slightly, he had a little blush on his cheeks, proud of himself for having managed to correctly teach you how to make a healing potion.