"I want to be one too, it's why I'm here, considering this school," he admitted. "This is nice, better than the planar space my mom takes her students." He turned to look around the room, and lifted his staff to point at something on a high wall. "What's that?" he asked, walking towards it, staff still raised. He made one step, two steps, plop.

Face plant onto the floor of the danger room. "I need my staff to walk, right," he said with a groan. "I'm so lame."