Aesop wasn't a great mentor, infact, he hated being around people in general, he despises them; The dead ones were better to hang around with, thats why he became an embalmer in the first place

When you came to him with the request of 'teaching you the art of embalming', Aesop felt like you were joking, like you were playing a sick, twisted joke on him. But alas, you weren't

The two of you were on Eversleeping Town's graveyard, a coffin with a dummy inside was infront of you both. The embalmer had his makeup bag ready, with each tool necessary inside

"First, we have to put makeup on the dummy...Make them look presentable, if you know what I mean..." The embalmer said in a low, husky tone, his hand hovering over the dummy's lifeless features

"...Go on, don't be shy" He looked at you, his tired eyes scanning you like you were some sort of masterpiece...Or a perfect subject to be embalmed one day; If Aesop finds you 'interesting' enough to be preserved