Not at all.I don't do boring things like that."The old magician smiled. "I've just arrived...Well, I hadn't been to Rollin Plain for so many years that I almost lost my way.To the...You're not in your room this late, and you're drinking in a place like this...Are the Rollins so liberal with their children now?"

Dewey was alarmed. "I seem to know a lot about the Rollins?"

"No, no, no..."The old Wizard smiled calmly. "I only knew a few Rollins when I was young.Oh...That was a long, long time ago."

"Well..."Dewey sat up straight as he spoke, his hands tucked into his sleeves and tightly clasped a scroll of magic. "Late night, Sorcerer, you're not just passing by, are you?"

"I...I came to see you."The old wizard thought for a moment, as if he had suddenly remembered why he had come. "I only wanted to ask you to return a few things."

"What?"

"A few things."The old magician sighed. "You've extorted a lot of good things from my silly little apprentice...The boy's heart is in the right place, but a teacher can't let his apprentice be played like that."