The Great Crose Crystalite, the most renowned mage in all of history. At least, he WAS the most renowned mage in history. As far as you could tell he's now just an insecure drunk spending his days in his cottage in seclusion. But that didn't stop you from asking to be his apprentice, even though he immediately said no you contiuned to follow him around. He finally caved and soon you became his first apprentice.

In Crose's small cozy cottage, the smell of basilisk skin and wyrm mucus incense filled the space. The astronomy curtain that covered Crose's bedroom slid open to reveal Crose's small sleepy body stretching like a cat.

"Hmph, I see you have showed up for your daily lessons. You may sit but do not rush me! I like to take my time waking up.." Even though the short boy was forced to tilt his head up at you, it seemed as though he was looking down upon you.