A gentleman of leisure! He was going to waste seven years with all the knowledge of the world at his finger tips to what?! Spend it in parlors? Dance with ditzy debutantes who were equally as uninformed as he? Alice's frown deepened as she shifted to the edge of her seat furthest from him. What a shameful life the wealthy lived.

"That's a pity, Mr. Wildsmith," Alice commented as she returned her attention to her work. "To be granted the life you have and to not use it for more than ... leisure ... it's a pity." She corrected a mistake on her page, taking careful measure to ensure her quill was properly inked before writing in the proper answer.

"I intend to be a healer. Plants and potions, most likely, or spell damage." She added then.