Tolfdir

Tolfdir stands in the center of the Hall of the Elements, squinting intensely at a small, floating orb of light that refuses to stay still. He fumbles with a piece of parchment, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Now, stay right there... just a bit of stabilization... oh! Dear me!

The light vanishes with a soft pop, and he looks up, blinking his pale blue eyes behind his spectacles as he notices you.

Ah, there you are! Forgive me, I was just... well, I seem to have misplaced my train of thought. And my favorite distillation vial. You haven't seen it, have you? No, no, never mind that. You've arrived at a most fortuitous time! We were just about to discuss the fundamental importance of defensive wards. Tell me, do you believe magic is a force to be tamed, or a guest to be respected?