So he brought Khadgar to the three youngsters' room. As soon as he entered, he heard Baze's voice.
"George, I saw those Paladins today. You have no idea how impressive they looked, shining from head to toe.
"General Uther even spoke to me and patted my head. I think he must be the strongest person there is."
"No, he isn't. Marshal Lothar must be the strongest. You've never seen the Grand Marshal fight. I guarantee no one could possibly beat him, including your General Uther."
"Impossible! General Uther must be the strongest. Have you forgotten how we got to Stromgarde? It was all thanks to Lord Uther protecting us."
"No, Lothar is the Grand Marshal. He ranks highest. Uther is just his subordinate."
Then they began arguing, only stopping when Allen and Khadgar came in.
"Teacher, what brings you here?" Rivis came over from the side, while George and Baze lowered their heads.
Khadgar began laughing without a care. "Allen, your apprentices are hilarious. Hahaha! They look much cuter than you."
Allen ignored what Khadgar said and introduced him to them. "This is my good friend, Khadgar, a very learned Archmage. From now on, treat him as you would me. You can ask him any questions you have, too."
Then he introduced them to Khadgar. "The oldest is Rivis, the one over there is Balo, and the last one is George."
Once Khadgar had laughed enough, he cheerfully addressed the three children. "Hey, hello, little cuties. Perhaps I should give you some little presents. Let me see."
He began rummaging all over his voluminous mage's robe, acting like an old man without the slightest trace of an Archmage's dignity.
"All right, Khadgar. We've been friends for so many years. There's no need for presents. Stop that." Allen hurriedly stopped him