"Here, you old goat, have my whole day of boredom and pain-in-the-ass sprinkled with the tiniest amount of shock on top."
Kros Rul Shuze the elderly light magician with a beard slammed a stack of papers on the desk of his childhood friend, a tall and burly red-haired man with a tanned face, the current headmaster of the Aspakeony Academy, Burdoff Mekhior Vereq.
Burdoff glanced at the top of the stack, it was covered in Kros's messy handwriting. Kros would always act annoyed and haughty but he also would always take his job very seriously, when Burdoff asked him to pay attention to the new students, Kros would take notes about everything even slightly unusual.
"I always liked your... rather particular way of talking in a private conversation."
Burdoff chuckled and poke fun at his friend.
