"Wayne, do you want to be my student?"
"To be honest, not really..."
Wayne curled his lip. Slyphy's recruitment tactics were too old-fashioned, and her only attempt at showing off had ended in failure, which hardly made her look like a great teacher.
Too young!
In his mind, a teacher should have a very long white beard, thick bottle-bottom glasses, an appearance that spoke of erudition and experience in weathering the storms of life.
And a scruffy Magic Robe, a simple and unadorned two-handed sword, and, most importantly, a Giant Dragon to sit upon.
The sword didn't really matter; the key was the Giant Dragon under your butt!
Slyphy, being such a Glamor Lady teacher, was certainly pleasing to the eye, but Magic was a lifelong commitment, not something to approach carelessly. Glamor Ladies and such, give it a few years and he could have his pick.
