Ensnaring Fog
"I was going to save this for after we made it through the trial, but…" Melisande fiddled with her silver tufts, "...I think I'm going to stay in Vasmoria after this."
"Huh? Really?" Emilio looked surprised.
It was the first he'd heard of this, and it was clear that Melisande knew the impact of such news as she looked down, only briefly meeting his eyes.
"I saw it when we were in Indasia. The mage academies in Vasmoria are famous around the world–and with the money I'll earn working as an adventurer, I'll be able to attend classes," Melisande explained.
"You've been putting a lot of thought into this haven't you?..." Emilio asked, holding a melancholic smile.
Everett added in, "One of my ol' friends went to Vasmoria to learn magic! He's pretty successful now as a tutor, though…he doesn't respond to my letters anymore."
Brushing the bumpking's words aside, Emilio continued, "I guess I'm not a very good teacher, am I?"