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"You need not be so reserved, it does not endear you to the others. Not to be rude, but you need all the help you can get if you will climb the ladder. We all need to work together as a floodgate to keep the Church zealots out of the Professorship here. They distrust magic, Saint Andrew distrusted magic too. All that rot about it perverting the natural order of society and undermining lawful rule. I cannot force you to talk about yourself, to open up, but at least see me an ally." He had an odd tone to that, he hid annoyance well and took on the faux friendliness of a White Salts merchant. He leaned his arm back, thinking back on the stones he used to toss to drive lions away from the herds. One rock was nothing, a lion would eat you. But a legion of youths tossing them and the lions thought twice.

He tossed and there was a crack and clink of glass breaking before a bright burst of flame that engulfed the carcass as he watched in wonderment.

"Well they work, lets work together, churn them out and we can get on the road all the quicker before the slave driver shows up."