>>5362609You retrieve your dwarves from your retinue before retiring for the evening. Davora the Herbalist is less wary around you than several nights ago, but not so lustily eager as in the honeymoon of passion which followed your initial seduction. Instead, you let her sit quietly in observation at one end of your bedchamber—upon the raised stone dais which served as your ‘mattress’ for just under twenty years. She shifts uncomfortably, used to softer stuff in spite of her rear’s ample padding, while you and her male junior meditate on matters mystical.
“What progressss have you made?” you ask Karz Throat-singer.
“While we march constantly, and you deny me any reading-material to learn from?” he asks, a little exasperated. “Dragon… Next to none.”
“Show some initiative,” you admonish him. “Ssome clevernessss, ssome DRIVE.”
“Did YOU learn this way—without tutors, without aids?” he asks.
You hesitate. You did not. Still… To give this veritable SLAVE access to your hard-won tomes of magical knowledge seems an absurd and dangerous notion. You would rather limit and carefully guide his development.
“You made me a promise,” the Throat-singer reminds you, impudent monkey that he is. Then again, if you cannot offer such unstructured, unsupervised learning, perhaps you can throw him a bone through the sort of tutelage which the Novice (or your brother, in his own way) once offered you.
What tutelage do you offer Karz Throat-singer?
>Teach him how to see and sense magic in the world around him—the very basics of divination>Teach him something of generating light and warmth—the simplest and most harmless form of elementalism>Teach him how to set flesh to trembling, to speed its mending or worsen its wounds—rudest fleshweaving>Try to guide him towards a properly Reptilian mindset—maybe even something of what it is to be Dragon—via applied Reptilian Empathy, channeled through your amulet>Let his flounder—you owe him nothing, and a promise to a slave is meaningless 