Dagstein was born to be a wizard.
He listened to the satisfying crack and splintering of the frost novas he casted on the lynxes, the heat coming off their bodies melting the ice and making it burst away, and the howls and snarls they let out as he finished them off with a frostbolt.
He had been sent by Magistrix Erona of Sunstrider Isle to dispatch of several of these beasts, and then report back as soon as possible. He knew it was busy work, but he also knew he had to practice his craft if he was going to reach a new level of skill at being.... a frost mage.
This was the path Dagstein had chosen. It suited him, the robe, the slippers, t...