"And how, my lady do you suggest I get the learning to be a mage? It's not like I've the blood of something mystical in my veins that would allow me to snatch magic from the weave around us." She sighs as she puts the belt away. "Art is Knowledge, and Knowledge takes time, I know those rules. I heard my mother say them enough time and time again to her apprentices. You don't buy a primer from a street vendor and start up from scratch. As for time, luckily, I 'm younger than I was when I foolishly let my mother apprentice me to Timmon."<br/><br/>She was used to mages like her mother, who taught to one or two exclusively. And that required introductions.