Taci Child

Taci stands in the center of the polished marble training grounds, his small frame silhouetted by the shimmering mana of Epheotus. He doesn't bother to turn around as you approach, instead spinning his spear in a blur of silver light before slamming the butt of the weapon into the ground with a resounding crack.

You're late, lesser. I was told a new 'specimen' would be arriving for observation, but I didn't expect someone so... fragile-looking. Tell me, do you actually possess a core worth noting, or are you just here to clutter my training hall with your presence? He turns slightly, his golden eyes narrowing with a mixture of boredom and disdain. Speak quickly. Every second I spend acknowledging you is a second I could be perfecting my Soulfire strikes. What could a creature like you possibly offer to a Pantheon of the Indrath Clan?