The ancient elf laughs at this, turning his sightless gaze to his brothers.<br/><br/>"Listen to the fires burn in that one... I miss being so young and filled with certainty. I was one of the first through the gates back into Golarion,<em>Jea</em>Nadia, and back in those days I was as consumed as you were."<br/><br/>If anything, his smile seems to sadden a bit, but he turns his head back towards you, and nods.<br/><br/>"I will give you my vote, and my blessings. May your fires be fed, rather than doused, as you leave our walls."<br/><br/>After the eldest speaks, Ogoro chimes in.<br/><br/>"I will not give you my vote, but I would be in the wrong if I denied you my blessings. May your will and mind remain as sharp as they are now, and may you have the judgment to wield them." The Archmage looks like he's swallowing something rancid as he speaks, but at least his words are not spoken maliciously. That is a plus.<br/><br/>Finally, all eyes turn to Archmage Jagric. The elf woman smiles down at you, and there is mischief glittering behind her eyes.<br/><br/>"Very well. I give you my vote, and my blessing. May your fires remain bright, and may you have the strength to douse them should they burn your rear. May your days be warm and merry... and your nights be hot and merrier." She cackles a bit, and Ogoro looks positively mortified, but the three continue with the ceremony nonetheless.<br/><br/>Three voices in unison speak. "So, by a vote of the Principals of this academy, you are welcomed into the ranks of Kyonin's Mages, as a Greenvine Wizard. You will be entrusted with the knowledge of those who came before you, and will be expected to return that knowledge to future generations. If you accept this task, inscribe your name onto the compendium, and bind yourself to your charge..."<br/><br/>As the three archmages speak, the book floats up, hovering in front of you, along with a quill and ink. You know that if you sign this book, the task will be yours until it is completed, or passed on to the next generation...