"…are we really having a summer camp?" I asked, not at all happy about the idea.
"Yes, we are." Teresa Taylor smiled from behind her desk, her hands clasped atop the surface. "For the middle school students. And I want you to help out in it. We're more than willing to pay you, of course."
The talk of money caught my attention and I straightened up. Swallowing, I stared at the headmistress.
"Tell me the details again," I said.
"As you know, we are a mage academy. It is our goal to train Paladins, Sword Saints and warrior mages. As such, every summer we would camp out in the wild, to expose our students to controlled risks and have them gain experience from fighting monsters. Weak ones, of course. But it wouldn't do if we get them hurt or killed, so we need a lot of experienced supervisors who have actually seen a lot of combat. People like you."
