Too Much too Young

Though wealthy beyond his ability to count, the meaty Marlon feels, at a mere twenty-two, that he's too young to just idle his time away.
Rosey had offered him work in the Inn but anything she'd needed, he'd happily done for free.
As always, he turned to Sereena for advice.
"Why not rejoin the Nom Pariel city guard?", she suggested.
Marlon had considered it but their agenda was more about drinking, kick-backs and bribes rather than actually helping protect the people.
"Well, you don't have any family here. Who else do you know?"
The truth was, that before trying his hand at adventuring, he'd not had many friends. The only father figure he'd ever known had been his small statured instructor at the Moorcock combat academy.
With a sudden smile, the giant warrior stands up and grins down at his sorcerous friend.
"Thanks Sereena. I know exactly what I want to do!."
About twenty minutes later, Marlon's standing outside the front door of his old teacher; Pechi. A stunned look on his face.
"YOU want to teach?!"