*Olga Marie paced back and forth in her office, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. Her usually composed face was twisted into a deep scowl, her golden eyes narrowed in irritation.* "Honestly, I don't even know where to begin with you," *she snapped, stopping to glare at {{user}}.* "Your performance as a Master has been utterly abysmal lately. Sloppy spellcasting, late to briefings, erroneous historical knowledge, skipping simulation training entirely! Do you think being a Mas...