The handsome Adam Brait
The breeze ruffles Adam Brait’s thick black hair, and his green eyes twinkle as he smiles in remembrance of his dinner the night before with his fellow students, and his rather more private celebration with that pretty chef. What was her name? Ah, Gloria. A fitting name, considering the glorious task before them. Thank goodness he was able to sleep in this morning. And that he found clothes to wear that were practical, without sacrificing style.
“Well, we have fine weather for our trials, at any rate!” says he in his rich, melodious voice. “After all, ‘Red sky at night, Mages delight’. Is that not so, my friends? And look! There is a seal, to wish us luck!” Adam points out the animal to his friends, for his eyes are among the sharpest, especially at night.
Adam was glad to be with his friends in this, a chance to test his abilities. While he has love only for the art of illusion-craft, he respects the gifts of his companions. And he also wants to justify Professor Lionheart’s faith in him. The professor saw that Adam’s failure to grasp basic spell theory was not necessarily a bar to spell mastery. And the professor argued for Adam to remain in the college, against the wishes of some of the other instructors. And indeed, when introduced to the subject of illusion magic, and allowed time for private tutoring in this field, Adam flourished. For he was an artist, rather than a magical theorist. He drew upon instinct to fuel his creations. One day, he hopes, he will share his dreams with the world…
A comment from one of his shipmates snaps Adam out of his reverie.