When I woke up, I looked; I didn't see the teacher anywhere, in our camp; however, I felt him and saw him emerge from the water of the lake. To say that he had a thin body but was bordering on perfection was an understatement, however the most striking thing was a scar on cross shape on his back that looked like it didn't want to heal (it was strange that a warrior capable of using life magic hadn't removed it, and a tattoo on his right shoulder).
Seeing him come out of the water naked in my direction with complete nonchalance, I understood that the sense of modesty was something human, and that elves, even the moles who were supposed to be more "refined," did not have it.
After dressing, he returned to being the cold and elegant master he was before. It seems that all the wildness and relaxation were reserved for certain moments.
