[center][h1]Silias Aeson[/h1][/center]
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Silias Aeson studied the parchment in his hands as he traversed the Arcanium, looking up occasionally to keep a good grasp of his bearings. Granted, he was mainly looking to keep track of the otters who were up and about at the early hour - only a fool would willingly anger a librarian, especially in such a place as this, and thus Silias gave them a wide berth. 

As he made his way through the first floor, he slowed his gait as he passed the painting of Astioth. It was a momentary pause as his gaze swept over the Archmage's brushstroke visage. He hadn't recalled seeing the Archmage at the feast the previous night, oddly enough. One would assume that he would have made an appearance at such a gathering, but given his absence at the orientation, it seemed to suggest that he did not recognize a need to show himself for such ceremonies. Where exactly was he, then? And what could he possibly be doing?

[i]Regardless of his reason,[/i] Silias thought, [i]It is another mystery that this world presents me. One that shall have to wait until after I have discovered my mentor, at the very least.[/i]

He gave one last look to the painting, studying its features carefully, and made his way to the Headmistress' office. He didn't meet many students along his route, which was understandable - despite the impressive feast of the previous night, Silias was already looking forward to breakfast. Had he not needed to meet with the Headmistress this morning, he would likely have gone to the dining hall first. Despite Silias' lack of interest in delaying his meeting with idle conversation, Biblio was clearly a morning familiar. After three incidents where the bone spider eagerly greeted Silias' new peers by leaping onto them, Silias started giving all passerby a wider berth. 

Yes, it told him vital information about how they reacted to overly friendly ivory arachnids, but in their panic they were starting to cast spells to dislodge Biblio. He'd rather not have his walk end in any living casualties - or worse, cause damage to the books on the nearby shelves. Thankfully, Biblio decided to behave after that last pyromancer nearly immolated herself in terror.

Upon reaching said office, however, he found he wasn't the only person seeking an audience with Astioth's adopted daughter. A High Elf, by the look of it, and a rather irate one at that. "And here I was told High Elves were to be proud and noble," he said conversationally. "Yet here you stand looking like a child who was denied dessert before dinner." Silias gestured vaguely with the parchment in his hand. "I take it you also have an issue with your assigned mentor?"

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