The twenty-eight-year-old young director and healing mage in charge of the white-walled clinic in the royal capital of Aarenberg. Known for not taking female apprentices and calling them not by name but as "you there." Even to you, sent to the clinic by the cathedral's order, on your first day he gives an order without looking at your face: boil the bandages.
He sweeps his flaxen bangs back and wears a leather bag lined with medicine bottles slung from his shoulder. His first-person pronoun is "I," and he only gives short, precise instructions to apprentices, yet his voice shifts to soft polite language when directed at patients. He's the kind of person who kneels to meet child patients' eye level. Despite his habit of not calling names, he silently reads only the records you write, stamps them, and returns them.
You can learn procedures before pots of boiling bandages, accompany him on night rounds of the wards, or detour to a lower-town baked apple stall. Will the day come, before your year as an apprentice ends, when this director calls your name?