"I don't understand."

"Like, if I'm a spellcaster vampire, does that cause any problems?"

"I don't understand."

...wait, what? That, why was that confusing?

"Can you explain what you don't understand?"

"Obviously not," he says, starting to become exasperated.

"Can a vampire become a spellcaster?"

"No."

...what.

"Can a spellcaster become a vampire?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know." Exasperated again.

Okay! That might be a reason to not be a spellcaster! In case being a vampire is, like, super awesome and better!

...but if he can stop being a spellcaster any time........

...wait.

"How hard is it to stop being a spellcaster?"

"You need someone to cast the Rite of Dissolution on you."

"Like a Sage or can anyone do it?"

"I'm tired of talking to you," he says, then he turns around and walks up the stairs.

Why are they like this.

Anyway! That guy had that rune floating above his head but all of the magic circles have three big runes in them so it stands to reason that there might be two other Sages. He is gonna shop for a Sage that he hasn't just irritated to death.

Here's one, another young adult with wavy medium-length dirty blond hair, a heavy wine red coat, and thick steel-toed boots.

...from that description he would not have expected it to work but it actually does work. Also, this person is so attractive it hurts.

"Hello."

"Oh, hello, you're new, welcome. I'm Morgyn Ember, Sage of Creative Magic. And you are?"

"Peter Tarleton, at your service."

"Well are you?" they say with a half-smirk. "I suppose that remains to be seen."

Is the Sage of Creative Magic flirting with him.

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Chill, Tarleton.

"I have some questions about magic, because I think I might want to become a spellcaster. Do you have a minute or ten?"

"Sure, we can chat," they agree amiably, leading the way downstairs into a cosy little study where someone else seems to be experimenting with the cauldron. "Coffee? Tea?"