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The last line got onto Clarise's nerves. Isorin purposefully spoke in a cocky tone; a very sly man. Just like that, the council ended, Staxius was given special permission to partake in the exams. A bet was made to which it's nature would not be revealed until later. The wizard had more riding on this little stunt that Staxius could ever imagine.

  "Isorin, I held you in high standards until now. Wagering everything for the sake of a kid who isn't even a proper scholar – shame on you my friend, shame on you." Another middle-aged man, dressed casually, placed his hands upon the desperate wizard's shoulder.

  "Don't worry so much, investments aren't made without risk. Long have I been a slave to the norms and rules set by higher scholars. The talent I saw today made me realize that there are people out there who can do things for the betterment of humanity," he fired back with a tone of confidence and determination.