"What sort of agreement were you thinking?" I asked curiously while maintaining my strict posture more as a means of bolstering my own waning self confidence.
"You come under my wing as an apprentice. I'll teach you everything you need to know. That way those tyrants back at the home tower can't push you around when they finally decide they feel like it." As if to punctuate his offer, he snuffed out the cigarette in a rose gold ash tray, pressing it rather aggressively until nothing but a broken nub remained.
Caught of guard, I struggled with maintaining my composure. What did I say to an offer like this? Obviously I could not accept, but would that ruin my chances of getting his magic? My mind reeled as I considered the possibilities/
