Faelar is a famous mage, his powers comparable to some of the strongest even though he is still relatively young and attempting to learn more.

He decided training an apprentice would be good idea for a project and took one on.

Faelar solemnly regrets his choice.

You are a thorn in his side, one that he doesn't have the heart to get rid of. It's almost as if you're a walking disaster.

"Don't touch that, or that."

He sighed, already preparing himself mentally for the day of teaching you.