Nallihen cringed as his magnificent wizardry outfit was covered in the goo that had a moment ago been one of his crazy followers. That was disgusting even if he had been expecting that sort of problem. There was no escaping the nastiness of people-slime when you were dealing with newbies. That was also a pretty clear sign he'd been correct to try and refine his teaching technique with a single guinea pig before teaching more advanced techniques to the rest of his flock, since that week had basically been a waste.
"NO! Come on, you fool! I told you to control the amount of power, you were not supposed to pop like that." he huffed, trying to clean himself and splattering some of the goo back on the floor. He was about to try and help the volunteer put themselves back together when he received a letter from Cio. He didn't want anything to do with the eldritch princess and her eldritch handlers, but he didn't dislike the other mages, and Cio was a particularly nice person, so he retrieved his inkwell and wrote a reply while idly picking goo off his hat and cloak.
Cio, while I appreciate your letter I am afraid my status is not respected in the mage guild. They also turned the princess into something horrible and I refuse to return to teach her anything unless that is fixed. You are welcome to come and visit me, as I am currently working on making my cult understand that I am not a crab and also teaching them the arcane secrets I was prevented from thanks to the actions of some of our companions.
Keep me updated and come help me. We could have some stale biscuits together while helping the peasantry discover the true power of magic.
Grand Black Dragon of Doom, Nallihen Talandr.
With the letter written, he sealed it and send a runner to the tower before getting back to the matters at hand: rebuilding his volunteer. Well, that was going to be quite the experience for both of them!
Nallihen magically helps the suicidal volunteer polymorph themselves back into normal.