"Supreme sorcerers? That's the strongest a sorcerer can become, then, right?" I inquired as a good student should.
"There should be differences of strength even among supreme sorcerers," said Nestor. "Alas, I know nothing of them. They are, quite literally, a world away from us."
"Got it." I nodded. "Thank you very much for the detailed lecture, Mr. Lanford. I've learned a great deal about sorcerers and sorcery from you."
"Not at all, Master Floyd." Nestor waved a hand politely. "You are a spirit medium; I am merely a cursemaster. Among sorcerers, skill dictates seniority, which means you are my senior. There is no need to be so courteous."
"I couldn't possibly be your senior, Mr. Lanford!" I shook my head in a hurry. "That's way too much for me to bear."
Nestor Lanford was an old man
