After a moment's thought Gildae spoke up again. "Well I do know several ward spells so you should be just fine with most everything this mad woman could throw at us. But if you feel too endangered with this whole ordeal I will follow you back to a place where I can begin to teach you." He sighed lightly showing a little bit of his displeasure at this new development but he would be okay with it eventually. "Fire can only be controlled if it so wishes. Like I said before, fire will often burn the hand that feeds it, and I'm okay with this. And you are right about the resistance to fire I have. I guess it came along with the spark within me, which has saved me countless times before. I attended the school for eight years back in the day. The professors were good and helpful, but they were intimidated by the way a new-blood like I was then was able to surpass some of them so quickly. It is a moot point now though so let's be moving on. And I know it was the spark that set the fires, or at least I'm pretty sure it was. Bet meh, oh well, no one died."<br/><br/>This girl was fascinating Gildae, in more ways than one. Teaching her was going to be a good experience for him, teaching others the way of the craft as it were. That is if she wanted to be taught and open to the radically unorthodox ways he planned to teach her. The best part would be figuring out how to get around the way her magic had been tampered with. Such possibilities!