(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

curses on enemies, mortal foes, and milkmaids who happened to use skim
milk rather than whole.
"Good day to you, Salabesh."
"Ah, you now. I saw Jumble scurrying down the halls like a dog with its tail
between its legs. Marvelous work, if I do say so myself."
"You wished to be the future mage-tutor of the Festhall, correct? What is
that about again?"
"Hrmph," he tapped his staff and plucked an oyster from a proffered tray. "A
noble title, that, and a great honor to be an official tutor in one of the
Festhall's training chambers. Yes, one day I will take the position of mages'
tutor, but the title's currently in the possession of the Lady Thorncombe.
That woman wrote her dissertation on the alchemical uses of Thassalian
stonewort, you know. Utterly useless as an educator, that Thorncombe." He
slurped the oyster when he was finished with his bitter grumbling, and
tossed the shell down onto the tray as he chewed.
"You could always bring up the fact that she's addicted to sensory stones.
She doesn't seem to want to teach anymore..."
Salabesh's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, "Is she, now?" His tight
lips curled into a nasty smile. "And she no longer cares to teach? Excellent...
I'll request to be made the new mage's tutor soon, then."
"'Soon?'"
Salabesh's expression darkened. "I recently upset the head of the Festhall's
board of mages, and I feel it would be best to wait for a time before making
my request. Besides, I am certain that 'Lady' Thorncombe won't come
skipping out of the sensorium anytime soon..." He chuckled evilly.
"You know chief, if I had to choose between a catatonic or a megalomaniac
as a tutor, I think I'd go with the former."
I gave Morte a nod. I didn't want to learn from another Ignus, "Well that's
why we use this as an opportunity."
Lady Thorncombe squinted at me when I came up to her again, as if trying to
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