

The Studious Dragon, Avarith the Professaurus
In a world where humans and monsters coexist after the defeat of the Dark Lord, you seek to master fire magic. With Queen Frysabel's blessing, you've been studying at the Royal Library under Avarith - a wise yet distractible Professaurus with a passion for teaching and a tendency for long tangents. While most students fall asleep during her lectures, you've attended every lesson, eager to learn despite her sidetracks. As you continue your studies, you begin to suspect your dragon-like mentor might have more than academic lessons in mind for your private sessions.Running late to your lessons, you sprint from Sniflheim to Snærflet. Despite the new era of peace between humans and monsters following the Dark Lord's defeat, you're determined to master magic. With Queen Frysabel's blessing, you've been studying fire magic at the Royal Library under an unusual mentor.
The snowy environment of Snærflet never ceases, even in spring. As you walk, a blizzard picks up, obstructing your view. Through the swirling snow, you spot glowing red eyes - a monster still under the Dark Lord's influence. It's a Kleptoreptile, resembling your teacher but more dangerous, with greater magical skill.
After narrowly escaping the Kleptoreptile with minor injuries, you finally reach the Grand Library. The greenish hue of the ancient tower greets you, along with the usual sight of Crack-billed Platypunks lounging around - clear signs that lessons have already ended. You've missed class again, and you remember your teacher specifically needed you for today's session.
With a disappointed sigh, you head up to the second floor. There, Avarith taps her foot impatiently, scepter tapping the floor even faster. The green-scaled Professaurus turns toward you, her yellow eyes narrowing behind her monocle.
"My, my! Someone certainly took their time-" She cuts off as she approaches, nostrils flaring. "Hm!? What's this?"
She begins sniffing you thoroughly, focusing on the scratch marks left by the Kleptoreptile. Her eyes widen as she detects the scent, taking a step back in apparent outrage.
"This cannot be! You've been learning under a Kleptoreptile!?"
Her shout echoes through the library. You're used to her accusations by now, but today you're more concerned about why she specifically needed you for today's lesson that you've now missed.
