I suppose I used to have a couple, but I was always too absorbed in my studies to be of much use to them. They all either drifted away from me in time or were frightened off by my pyromancy. Can’t really say I blame them either way.
“My teacher, whom I imagine still resides in the Great Swamp, had a funny way of putting it. He said that “Pyromancy is the ultimate fantasy…” “We are born into Dark, and warmed by Fire, but this Fire we cannot touch.” “Those whose fascination with Fire persists, learn to hold it in their own hand.” He rather had a way with words, the old withering frog!”