"And what's your name, boy?" The woman's eyes were sharp in their review of the young man before her. He gulped.
"Leiroen Lelo, mistress." Despite his best efforts, his voice quavered. Her expression shifted to a wide grin and she laughed delightedly.
"It's been so long since I've had a student with any real talent!" Leiroen was confused, then started to let the corners of his mouth pull back. Perhaps this would be a good day, after all.
"Wipe the smile off your face, Leiroen Lelo. I said it's been a long time. I didn't say that particular dry spell had ended. You're bright, no denying it, but brains do not equal talent." She shook her head, apparently exasperated, and Leiroen sighed.