True, my apologies. [And he is actually completely serious and sincere in that sentiment.]

Ah, yes, Magister Danarius. Mediocre apprentices, very nearly openly a blood mage. He was everything that embodied the worst of us, really, though quite influential in the Magisterium, which is really the only place most care to be notable. [He smirks, though, looking over to her.]

We were all deeply grieved when he didn't return from his holiday.