"A talking staff…" Jarrik muttered, still staring at Spine Staff.
Aleric pointed it at him.
"Even if you know any spells, you can't cast anything more serious than a Pain or Lesser Raise Dead. Your mana reserve is too weak! You are just like the Leshmann siblings when they first started… So you will study from them first! And only when you become equal to them, I might, MIGHT make you my apprentice. Now get up and go into the castle. Samuel, send someone to explain the situation to Danit. From now on, Jarrik will work under Rita's command to raise more dead while studying from her."
"Yes, master."
"Thank you, thank you, Master Fenn! I won't disappoint you!"
"I feel like this won't be the last Dark mage who might come here for shelter," Aleric added. "Rita should be ready to take more apprentices. And Danit should be ready to watch them."
"Yes, master. I will send someone to pass the order."
Samuel called a soldier to pick up the kneeling Jarrik and escort him into the castle.
