DISCLAIMER: Dragonlance is owned by Weiss and Hickman. I'm none of the above. I just like to write… and Renetari's mine.
"Ladonna."
"Master." The human woman knelt before him.
"It is time for a Test."
"A Test? There is no need for Tests. There are no mages-"
"Not until Dalamar returns, there are no mages. I need a uniquely cunning Test, a Test worthy of-"
"Your daughter?" The crystal at the top of the Staff of Magius flared, illuminating Raistlin's face. "I wouldn't trust a Test of that magnitude to Ladonna."
The woman glared, but Nuitari only gave a small laugh. "And you propose yourself, Majere?"
"Who else? The only other Black Robe here that will willingly exploit her weaknesses would be Fistandalius." He said. "And after that… incident… earlier, I'd suppose you'd want to consider me. And don't look at me like that, Ladonna. You know you're almost as fond of her as that worthless apprentice of mine."
"You have made your case, Majere." Nuitari said. "Begin planning her Test. And if either of you breathe word of this to my daughter- or Dalamar- you will not enjoy the consequences."
"Yes, Master."
"I understand… dulak." The light at the top of the Staff of Magius extinguished, and the room was plunged into devouring dark.