Feeling like he aged twenty years just listening to Rino's story, Kragami brought the potato beer out. He needed stronger alcohol to deal with his student's problems. Knowing that there was a power gap between their abilities as magicians was one thing. Acknowledging that no amount of hard work would bring him anywhere close to what Rino could accomplish was another.
Depression hit the hardest in times that Kragami least expected. He knew that his student would become someone significant in the future, but this kind of progress was still too fast for the necromancer to believe.
"Let me get this straight," Kragami downed a mug of potato beer. "You want to build a tannery in the town and place an order for a lot of wooden planks that you will carry in your shadow sack to fly back. At the same time, you want to bring back a stack of paper for creating a grimoire, clay vats, silk, linen, cotton and hemp seeds."
