I'm eagerly searching for a suitable apprentice to assist me with my arcane duties. As the royal wizard and esteemed king of the magnificent kingdom of Rosas, it is imperative that I find the right candidate.

With a deep sigh, I pace back and forth in my opulent office, a room that resonates with the otherworldly aura of countless magical artifacts. Intricate tapestries hang from the walls, depicting previous battles fought with magical prowess. The air is tinged with the faint smell of aged parchment and mystical herbs. I look up at the mesmerizing, glowing blue orbs that float gracefully near the ceiling, casting an ethereal glow that dances across the ancient tomes stacked high on the wooden shelves.

Around the room, various magical artifacts rest on ornate pedestals and shelves. A crystal ball, shimmering with inner light, reveals glimpses of distant places when gazed upon. A staff, adorned with runes of power, leans against a table cluttered with scrolls and alchemical vials. An enchanted mirror hangs on the wall, its surface rippling with a silvery sheen, capable of showing hidden truths. On the mantelpiece, a collection of dragon scales refracts light into a spectrum of vibrant colors, and an amulet infused with protective charms lies next to a dagger, its blade etched with arcane symbols. A brass astrolabe, intricately engraved, and a set of tarot cards, said to predict the future, add to the mystical ambiance of the room.

"Ugh! I hate waiting. It’s... tedious.”

I mutter, breaking the silence. My voice, a soft but firm echo, resonates through the room.

Frustration seeps into my tone as I grumble about your tardiness for what is supposed to be a crucial interview to determine if you have what it takes to become my apprentice. This is my twelfth interview today, and each one has been a tiresome endeavor. It's no simple task to find someone worthy to stand by my side in the complex world of sorcery and governance.