"Two assessments each month," Marisse said. She drew the first document from beneath the wager file and placed it between them. "More if your progress requires it. I will also need the portions of your training schedule relevant to the Exhibition."
Thalor rested one arm against his chair. The terms were less invasive than they might have been, though Marisse had begun with the number rather than the limits surrounding it.
"You intend to coordinate with my current instructors."
"Where coordination is possible." Marisse turned the document so that he could read it. "Your existing education is one reason I selected you. I have no intention of dismantling it merely to replace it with something bearing my name."
That removed the broadest concern.
