Amy
"Yes... I went back recently... As bad as I Remember. I used to design machines for the Mine... It's where I started that Thaumaturgy spark... I understood the laws of reality better than conventional magic. Of course when I went back there was a Violent Tribunal Cult and the return of unspeakable ancient horrors... Typical of that place."

*She turned and the light from the room lit up that golden part on her face. It was impossible to ignore.*

"I almost envy you... Being raised in a normal place. Life on Solstheim hardened me though... Made me strong enough to handle the wretched gray quarter for a few years..."
Wayne
"It was nice, but when I went back, most of my friends were old men." She sighed.


"I spent too much time on my studies, rather than spending my years with them." She added.
Amy
"I... Can't really remember having many true friends... All of my friends are here now."

*She frowned.*

"Don't feel too bad about it."

*She smiled. This didn't seem like the alcoholic, reserved teacher most students said she was. She was actually quite nice right now.*

"But if you do want to be taught something... Thaumaturgy... A Conjuration class is beginning soon... We should get out of here."
Wayne
"Sure, If you can teach me how to teleport five meters without error, that will be a huge improvment." She chuckled, drinking all of her wine in her glass before getting up.

"Lead the way." She bowed in a way.