Magus Crus
The Magus looks flustered and has a bit of trouble getting his soup to go down the correct pipe. "Ahem..hem..hm...ahh" he sputters, "Professor, is it now? Why I haven't been called 'Professor' in more years than...." seeing Francheska's ears, he reconsiders, "Well...not in a very long time as humans count years, anyway." He continues, "And, my dear elf, here it is not clear if Magus Crus is referring to Tylara, Francheska, or both of you, "my tenure as a professor at Whirtlestaff's has long since lapsed, I'm afraid. But..... I do have some small influence over certain of the current faculty, come to think of it. Tell you what, when you are ready to go back to the Whirtlestaff's campus, come see me, and I will write up a nice letter of introduction and recommendation for you. Hmmm, evidently he was talking to Francheska, I guess? "Yes, I'll do that for you all, because we can't have them thinking that you've been engaged in frivolous, flighty pursuits while you've been here in Quail Valley, can we?"