The wizard spoke of the lore of Wiflor's race. Cyrus listened in amazement. "So, her race is nearly extinct?"<br/><br/>"Or never existed at all. Or she's the only one of her kind." The old wizard lit his pipe with a conjured flame. "I'm sorry I don't have anymore information. My library is extensive, so I doubt more information is easily accessible."<br/><br/>"Do you know if she can be taught to speak?" Cyrus asked. The wizard gazed at Wiflor for a moment.<br/><br/>"Hmmm... based on earlier, when she told me her name, she certainly can be taught to speak. However, that doesn't mean she can attain the skills necessary to truly learn a language." The wizard blew out smoke.<br/><br/>"But when I ask her name--"<br/><br/>"Audio cues, more than likely." The wizard responded. "It's similar to teaching dogs tricks. They learn to associate a word with an action. In Wiflor's case, she has been taught to associate the phrase "What is your name", or something similar, with saying her name." The wizard paused, waiting to see if Wiflor would say her name. If she did, he would nod. "I rest my case."<br/><br/>"But how do we know what we read is true?" Cyrus asked, petting Wiflor. The wizard grinned.<br/><br/>"We experiment."<br/><br/>Some time later, they were in the wizard's underground training area. An obstacle course had been set up, cutting the room in half with 20 foot tall walls. The only way to the other half of the room was through the course. "This will test her strength and agility." The wizard said. "She will enter the labyrinth, pass over the hurdles and cliffs, lift up the gates, each weighing 75 pounds, then she will pass through the monkey bars and up a flat surfaced wall with only a rope. If she succeeds, she gets the nice, fatty steak on the other side."<br/><br/>"Will she be safe?" Cyrus asked.<br/><br/>"Of course." The wizard replied. "Now, we just wait for her to smell the food."