"Oh? Oh, uhh, let me get the master, then," he says, setting the book on his chair, as he hurries into a back room, a few minutes later, a middle-aged, avian man is bustled up to the desk. "Yes, yes, now, what is this?" he asks. "Ahh, snake-blood, hmm? Come to apply? very good, ahh, just fill out these forms, and my apprentice should have the test rooms prepared. I assume you still have some spells left, today, yes? If not, we can provide some scrolls for the test, though you'll be charged the guild rate for them," he says, handing Draiss a small stack of forms to fill out.