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Yoreus could hardly contain his frustration as he watched his three students work, and once again he cursed the High Towers’ rules that expected every archmage to tutor the most promising among the future mages. The two young women and a teenage boy seemed focused on trying to impress him by any means available… except for excelling in magic. Of course, Yoreus couldn’t expect much from students who’d so far only attended lectures in overcrowded groups and most likely did little outside of given assignments, but he hoped at least one of them would reveal a spark of brilliance.
The teenage boy shot a nervous glance at his fellow student, a long-haired woman with a deep copper tan who behaved as if she desired to become an arch-seductress, not an archmage. Yoreus caught a grimace on the
