Burne

Burne can' help but stare confused at the small stout house which is built up against the treeline. Its so old, worn, and overgrown he cant believe this place is the home of a Magician. He goes up to the door anyway and knocks firmly on the door. The designs on the door come alive, forming a grumpy face that asks him who he is and why he is there. He introduces himself. I am Apprentice Burne, I've just arrived from the Academy and am eager to start learning from the Magician who lives here.