I groan as I stare at the mess of a laboratory the old kook had left me to clean up. It reaked of magic and spices. Seriously, even as my mentor, he was no better than a senile old begger. But there was no point in complaining. I got a bed, books, and food. It was better than my old life on the streets, even if it came with an old fart. I grab a broom, marching into the disaster, muttering. Just great... I better not turn into a chicken this time...
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