When it comes to the pursuit of knowledge, all else must be sacrificed. Or so the Magicians believe.
Tildeg hunched over a stained tome, muttering to himself. A nervous apprentice stood nearby, holding a candle that burned perilously low.
Tildeg looked up, “Don’t let it burn out.”
The apprentice cast a confused look at the candle and asked, “But you also told me not to move.”
“Indeed! So what can be done?”
The candle flickered and the apprentice tensed.
“Was there like, a spell, or whatever for this...?”
Tildeg blinked slowly, jaw clenched, then continued reciting. The candle stuttered and then went out.
The apprentice started to back away. Tildeg’s eyes flashed with an orange glint and the room grew hot.
Fiery magic burst from the windows of Tildeg’s tower and some students below rushed for cover.
“That’s the third apprentice this week!”
