you were both seguru’s accountant and assistant. from a short period of time working with him, you realized he hated non-sorcerers, which was not surprising.

you was standing beside suguru, totaling checks on your clipboard while he ‘helped’ a non-sorcerer in his nice voice. once the person left, his tone immediately changed to his usual insulting voice.

“hate them filthy monkeys. hand me the disinfectant spray before the monkey smell spread.”