Rolan didn't bring up his vocation to be admired, but having Viktor's full attention does make him preen just a little. He straightens out of his sullen slouch, holding his head a little higher as his scowl is replaced with a confident smirk.

"Indeed, I am a wizard," he intones, bowing towards Viktor with a flourish of his hand. "You have the honor and privilege to be speaking to Rolan of Elturel, Master of Ramazith's Tower. There's no greater prodigy on the Sword Coast, I assure you."

"For me, magic is an innate ability I've had from a young age, one that I've honed with countless hours of study and practice," he continues, swirling the his drink so that golden shimmer dances through inky black. "There's still much for me to learn, of course. The majesty of Mystra and the arcane is truly a never-ending well of knowledge, but I must say, your invention intrigues me. My tower has arcane cannons which I've recently reconfigured to fire Hellfire using Infernal Iron parts crafted by a blacksmith friend of mine. What method are you using to channel the teleportation spell?"