The next day, I went to see Old Jeff, wondering whether the old man had finally grown a conscience to worry about me if I told him about how I was captured by the Mage's Association. Of course, I also had to inform him that I was going to be absent for a few days.
"So you finally remembered about poor old Jeff, do you? Where the hell have you been? And you've only barely skimmed the surface of your dressmaking lessons, you lazy brat. Do you really want to learn it or not? With your current skills, you can probably churn out something half-assed and impress a couple of girls, but try starting a business and you'll barely make it out of the front door. Make sure you don't tell anyone I'm your teacher, either. I've still got a reputation to uphold!"
Sure enough, Old Jeff lectured me without
