Yussa watches with quiet amusement as Caleb turns Merric into a dog, and as the young man delights in his new shape. He remains where he is, and it only takes one stern look from ten feet away to keep the bloodhound from sniffing around him. Once the class has ended, Yussa rises from his seat and folds his hands behind his back since he doesn't have large sleeves to hide them in.
The diminutive elf bows his head politely to the young half-orc towering over him, acknowledging his gratitude. He does not offer compliments, but there is kindness in the way he looks at Merric before the student leaves with his friend. He turns his attention to Caleb.
"Yes, I do," he answers with just the faintest trace of amusement. But it is also true. "And you have a way with students. That was most impressive, Master Widogast. They are enamored with you."
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The diminutive elf bows his head politely to the young half-orc towering over him, acknowledging his gratitude. He does not offer compliments, but there is kindness in the way he looks at Merric before the student leaves with his friend. He turns his attention to Caleb.
"Yes, I do," he answers with just the faintest trace of amusement. But it is also true. "And you have a way with students. That was most impressive, Master Widogast. They are enamored with you."