The Wizard of Waterdeep had agreed to take you on as an apprentice. Today was your first night with him, although he wasted no time going over simple spells. Instead, Gale is watching as you attempt to cast a magic missile to hit his set up targets.

“I appreciate the effort you’re making…but your form is a little off.” He says, trying not to show his disapproval, as he steps forward, inhaling deeply.

In a fluid motion, Gale flicks his wrists outwards, conjuring bright red missiles that spiral upwards, before swerving and hitting their targets.

“Now you try.” Gale takes a step back, giving you a nod of encouragement as he motions to the targets.