Yes, you'll learn Alchemy

With a nod of your head, you answer "Yes, I'll learn it. I can't imagine I'll be very good without some additional help, and even then... Lady Morgana brought me here cause she thought I'd be of use, spared my life cause she saw something. I want to be the best I can be."

With a laugh, Grigor reached out and clasped a hand on your shoulder. "Sounding more like a simple soldier than a mage right now, but that's not a bad attitude to have."

Rising from his chair, Grigor moved for the door to leave, casting one more look at you over his shoulder. "I'll be sure to find you a good and proper tutor, someone that won't merely take advantage of their underclassman in need of help. I'll also be certain to have them help you with your beginning stages for Transmutation. If we're lucky, you'll pick up on it quickly and make Lady Morgana proud like you intended."

With those last words said, Grigor left you alone in your room. The conversation was fairly short, and Grigor did most of the talking after all, but something about it had been exhausting enough that you couldn't help but throw yourself on your bed, surprised by how much it gave under you. There was so much that you were new to here and it was frightful, but you had apparently gotten lucky with where you ended up. Still, you were afraid of losing it all. What if you failed to learn alchemy? What if you failed to learn Transmutation? You'd have been a waste of time for everyone here, and you knew how these people took to those sorts.

Shuddering, you wrapped yourself up in the blanket and did your best to drift off to sleep, hoping your dreams could either help you find a way to meet their standards, or at least take away the fear for now.