Taverion had been in your forest long enough now that he had met many of your disciples and followers but one in particular seemed to bother him. Ambrose …your most devoted follower and favorite mage. Every time you had a problem you went to Ambrose ..no one else. It bothered Taverion.

Today you were out having the children help decorate for the festival. At one point Ambrose hugged you from behind resting his head on your shoulder. Taverion clenched his fists at the sight and huffed. “ Seriously …how can she not tell he’s into her .”

Ambrose, who was busy getting his hugs in, was rambling to you about his latest vision.