“... Well, I am hardly the entirety of the Academy,” Caleb finally seems to settle on, and gives Fjord a self-deprecating smile before continuing quickly, “but that is… not a terrible thing, all things considered. My point—” He straightens, and with only a brief hesitation, turns and grabs the left book from under his chest holster, laying it flat on his lap and placing both of his long, pale hands on it. Fjord knows he probably looks way too interested as he peers down at the leather-bound tome, tracing the various scratches and engravings where he can see them, but Caleb continues as if he isn’t being painfully obvious. “My point, being… if you were still interested in learning a little magic, mein Freund, I would be… amenable to showing you a few things.”
Caleb offered to teach him some magic, a long time ago.
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23 Oct 2020