Dozens of Star-Moon Bay's residents were already trained in various professions, but Soren was the first of the territory's own people to qualify for one—and the first Mage.
Ingrid returned soon after. "Soren's Magic Affinity is fairly high, and it's active. He isn't far from becoming a Mage."
"Way better than old Victor," Martin muttered.
Annan realized he was still holding his cane and casually tapped Martin's other foot.
"Ow!" Martin hopped on his left foot. "Cousin, why'd you hit me?"
"That wasn't me. It was Mr. Wei."
"He isn't here!" Martin had some sense, at least.
"Did it hurt when Mr. Wei hit you?"
"Yes!"
"Did it hurt just now?"
"Yes!"
"So?"
"Mr. Wei hit me twice!" His sense only went so far.
Annan sent Martin home early, then went with Ingrid to see Soren. Soren rose awkwardly to his feet, his generous lunch untouched.
"Can I really... become a Mage?"
"The Magic Stone doesn't lie, future Mage Soren." Annan encouraged Soren, who was about his age but looked as nervous as a quail. "Would you like to study at the school?"
A Mage needed a foundation of knowledge, and Soren clearly knew little beyond how to survive at the bottom of society. Annan would have to cast Common Tongue Proficiency on him first, then let the school teach him. He could also ask whether Mr. Wei wanted another apprentice.
"I... I've saved up the tuition! It's under my pillow!"
"Remember to bring it when you go to school tomorrow morning."
Annan asked Ingrid to pay for the meal, but the restaurant owner refused, saying it was "to celebrate Star-Moon Bay gaining another Mage."
As they left, Annan couldn't help reflecting on how Mr. Wei had even studied forbidden books in his quest to become a Mage, while the