"Yes, finally-," The mage stood up just as the knocking began. Briefly checking the heading of the spell one more time he threw his robes back on and answered the door.<br/><br/>A large cloud of dust billowed out of the room as Jachym pushed his door open. He lived in a modestly sized house chosen for its stone walls over all other considerations. The floor was bare and he constantly tracked dust around with his robes, the mage refused to wear anything less than the proper articles of his station. Though his green robes had found themselves slowly turning brown with wear.<br/><br/>Stepping out of the dust cloud was Arran's master. He looked incredible as always. Despite being well into his forties the man looked no older than 23, this was one of the many perks of being a master of the school of life. His body was in around all ways perfect, but he never stood in a way that brought this forth. He tended to slouch and none of his clothing actually fit properly.<br/><br/>"Good of you to arrive on time Arran. Now let us begin." He held the door open to let his apprentice enter the back end of his house, his lab. The room was a cluttered mess of tables, papers, flasks, and reagents. Somehow Jachym made sense of it all, but to anyone else it was pure chaos. There was a small stool sitting in the middle of the rune circle in the center of the room though. "Now then, let's talk about your particular condition. I have a spell that will make it much easier for you to regain mana. Just sit on the stool and I can begin casting it."