"Randy Randel"

-The Orchard; Morning of 2 DSTR-

A wry grin crossed Tyreth's lips and his eyes sparkled, thoughts were racing 10 a dozen within the blonde human male. He tried to put on a licentious face and demeanour for the money lender's benefit. Maybe one which the elf would recognise as a mirror to his late uncle's when these contracts were drawn up he wondered. Tyreth could feel the grease in his mouth and it felt sickening and he knows that he would have to apologise to Cordelia and Giselle later.
"These mages, they will become mine yes? And will wear the collar...... I have heard the men talk about female mages when they are at the height of their powers when they reach their own heights so to speak..."

Tyreth lightly punches Randel on the arm, an impish smile on his face as he adds, "Randel, you old randy dog... I bet you have tapped the mana well? Drank a potion from the ocean? Travelled through the portals to the blessed lands..."

Rattling off these sorcery puns, makes him think back fondly to the time at one soiree at the Capital where he and Lavender joked about Thalia's advisor Chiren as they wondered if his wizard's staff had a knob at the end of it.