Savisal glared at the council and kept arguing, even though he had already been doing so for over an hour.
"NO! no no no no no! You can't be serious...she is only a kid, has had no training in the art whatsoever and I will not do it!" The head council member slammed his fist on the table, the ear shattering echo reverberating around the room demanding silence.
"ENOUGH Savisal. In this aspect, you are being given no choice. She is the last of her kind and we are in desperate need. You are the last of your kind as well and so you will understand her pain more than any of us ever could. You will go to her tonight and explain what is going on and what she is to do."
Savisal grumbled. "Still, you all are council members! Surely she would work better with one of you at her side! I am one of an elite few...I am supposed to work with masters! Geniuses! Crafters of the art! Not....a novice!"
"You utter one more outburst Savisal and so help me...I'll strip you of your rank and your gifts and shove you into a twisting abyss!!!" He became silent after that threat.
"You have your orders and you know what's at stake here! Now get going!"
Savisal sighed as he bowed to the council. "As the spirit council decrees..it shall be done."
He turned to leave. Sure, it was true a spirit elf hadn't been around for nearly a century, but she had no training. She wouldn't know how to use him to his fullest potential..but he had his orders. He would have to go and help this girl master her craft. He was Savisal, the limitless transmogrifier..and now she was his master.