"By the way . . ." Zukulum looked over at Ragnar from top to bottom. "I see that you haven't reached the second stage of your class like Orakh and Sharina did. It's not too late to change your class then. I can see potential in you. A path in Magic!"
Ragnar groaned under his breath. "I don't want it." He wasn't the type to stay in the back and be protected while uttering ridiculous spells or going to tireless ordeals just to get one.
Zukulum seemed like she didn't hear anything and continued, "Wonders isn't about what you see . . . it's what you feel. The mystic arts are ever-present. All you need to do is open yourself to it. Surrender yourself to something even greater.
"I'd rather not."
Zukulum's ears were still closed. "Magic is dawned in many worlds. It is mysterious and scarcely understood. Feared and revered. It is something far greater and larger than any one of us can possibly understand."
