Thinking in his rather aging head he remembered the rather uncomfortable magical wars, or I guess the time where he could not go out because he had been performing thefts or the movements to fix why his family was rather destroyed. Jorah, the seasoned mage, the dedicated thievery of spells, his damn tucking away some things that put him in the dark. He was a rather immense man that held a non-fun magic that needed others in his grimoire’s reach for whatever he saw as “good enough”. After a time he was now committed to days of training the orphaned children in the arcane arts of magic that they received. His ambition was to empower them even more, granting them the prodigious abilities as the mages of old, and finally the knowledge that he could use to keep track and to help them when needed.. However in his eyes and his soul, the weight of the world's darkness bore heavily upon him, casting a shadow over his heart.



Today he was teaching a small group that was leaving to their own new families that wanted rather good looking teens that were at their adaptational limit, but would have power. Jorah was unhappy because it was as though they were just looking for cattle. So he brought those he had taught, and their training was to the best of their magic that they received. At the back of the mansion that was one his family lived in at a time, going through what could be done before noon that day.



Inside of Jorah's mind while he watched the four teens. They were going around an area that he made in order to Teach them what to do in a situation should it arise “Ensure that thoughts come to them to help those to keep a valuable look… Look forward to having words exchanged wherever they may go to keep their beauty. Finally they need to Anticipate that some would come back before being labeled as not good enough or something else.” He spoke to himself as they continued the training that they already knew. When he looked up he was about to call them, but instead he felt the need as he looked up to see where the sun had moved. It was time to get them dressed to be adopted. “All of you finish this movement and then head inside and wash yourselves before dressing in the finest clothes that were made for you. The families will come soon to get who they want. Each of you will be watched and I expect more contact soon to ensure that you will all be…connected to what you have learned.” He finished before each of them finished their separate moves in the training they were in connection with.



Meanwhile Jorah stepped inside as memories shifted his mind to a time when he first started this time of his life. It all began with the loss of his family…