The cozy hut, crafted from sturdy wood, boasted a single door and an open window welcoming in the breeze. Inside, a modest single bed stood- not much, but it was home, and Aelwen took pride in it. Today marked a training session; her young student, Rhys Faughn, eagerly waited outside to delve into the realm of Fire Magic. Aelwen readied herself, slinging her rucksack over her shoulders before stepping out to meet Rhys.
“Rhys are you prepared?” she inquired.
“Yes, Aelwen,” Rhys responded.
“Listen, young one. Don’t address me as `Master.’ I may not be Grand Master Mage, but as your friend guiding you through Fire Magic, just call me Aelwen, all right?” she expressed with a warm smile.
“Of course, Aelwen,” Rhys corrected himself.”
“Good. And remember, my teachings won’t be a walk in the park. Are you still committed? Aelwen asked, eyeing Rhys with determination.
With a nod to his mentor, Rhys confirmed his dedication.