"I..." Rorom was beginning to panic, as he heard the young dentist, surgeon, professor... whatever he was, try and sell his witchery as the greatest thing ever.
He felt a atavistic panic rise up within him, as it became clear what the other man intended to do. Then, a shining moment of opportunity presented itself. He gave him a reprieve, and wouldn't initiate him straight away. Rorom would be left to make some foul piece of grisly jewelry, with the remains of his tooth, hair, and some blood? At any rate, he wasn't having it.
"I didn't ask for this! I don't want this foul witchery!" Rorom said, nearly tipping over his chair as he rose from where he was. He bowled over all manner of expensive furniture on the way out the door.
A moment more, and he'd be free of this strange young lad, trying to foist some terrible sorcery on him. "I will find someone who can take this curse from me, or die trying!" He hollered in Rakahi, as he fled from the professor's room. Eventually he did find his way to the door, and swung it open then shut behind him, so the young witch wouldn't be able to follow him.
From there, Rorom ran from the scene, making his way out of that damned university and back toward his ship. He'd sail the seas and find a place or person where he could be rid of this terrible blight upon his soul. He would not end up like that young professor, obsessed and excited by the very idea of damning his own soul! He wouldn't!
