Dorian grew annoyed at Blue, especially when he was reffered to as a child. An insult that he would need to repay in the future. Still he listened to the old fool ramble on about the philosophy of magic. They could agree on one thing though. Humans and fae were different went it came to using magic. In most cases, men used magic mostly for war, while for fae it seemed like a more natural part of life. In Khalidor magic was only a means of war with the only exception being healing.
Well Dorian, I think I have made my decision. If you will have me, I would like to train with you in Khalidor.â Dorian nodded in agreement and then waved over the servant who had been serving Skander drinks. "Fetch us a carriage, some ink, and a fire totem. Be snappy with it." He told the servant.
"The training will start immediately. We're going to a festival and on the way there I want to review what you know. Also, seeing as you're a basically a beginner, you will be getting a tattoo to hold certain magics. I don't care what it is." He told Zexen. Dorian hadn't been a teacher past training soldiers, but he could still teach the way that his master taught him.