Along the road, Merleen asked me for information about magic. She asked me every spell that I knew and to transfer all my knowledge to her head. I told her I was not the best mentor that she needed to learn more about arcane. However, Merlene shrugged my rejection and kept pressing me for lessons.
I finally gave up and told her everything I understood in this world. Considering I was at the top of my league, I knew some of the information for almost every class. There was no assurance that I would select my fight, so I studied my enemies' weaknesses in my spare time.
"I doubt you could tell me anything, Arthur. All humans look stupid to me," Fenrir voiced, with her arms crossed together.
That wolf girl refused to look me in the eye, telling me I was nothing but a trash bin in the streets. Fenrir looked at me as if she would look at me like a rotten corpse meant to decay.
