Kralla poked at the fire with a stick. Embers floated up in the convection currents, dancing with the fireflies that winked in and out of existence in the warm summer night. "So when are you going to start teaching young William, Master Tellerick?"
"I am. Well, patience at the moment."
"All you've done is teach him some basic travelling skills. That's not magic."
"No. They are life lessons that he's going to need."
"If he has the power you say he has, he's going to need some way to defend himself. Don't you think?"
"Well... You do have a point."