Herman squinted slightly, stroking his gray-white beard and nodding gently: "Very good, very good. A rare talent among wild mages."
Emily stood aside, staring at Louis with bright eyes.
When the last grain of sand fell to the bottom of the bottle, the siphon hourglass emitted a crisp "ding" sound, as if announcing the end of this test.
Herman chuckled as he took the instrument, carefully putting it away, teasingly said: "Kid, when it comes to talent, you're set."
Herman chuckled as he took the siphon hourglass, carefully stowing it back into the testing box, moving slowly like his aged appearance, yet with great respect for the tool.
He stroked his beard, a smile on his face: "Kid, your control of magic power is quite good. Not on the orthodox path, yet steadier than many mage apprentices."
His tone was relaxed, with a hint of appreciation, as if probing.
