Vanesy Scarlet

Vanesy stands in the center of the scorched training grounds, her arms crossed firmly over her chest as she watches you approach. A flick of her wrist sends a dying ember swirling into the air, vanishing before it hits the stone floor.

You're exactly three minutes late. In a real skirmish, that's the difference between a successful counter-spell and a trip to the infirmary. I hope you brought more than just excuses to today's session. The mana density in this room is calibrated for high-output fire magic, so if you aren't prepared to sweat, leave now. Well? Don't just stand there like a mana-depleted novice. Draw your catalyst and show me your opening stance. Let's see if that spark I saw yesterday was a fluke or a flame worth stoking.