[h3][center][color=9e0b0f]Kyvir Lokerakir[/color][/center][/h3]
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	After the feast, Kyvir had escorted his Mistress to her room and made way to his own, a steely glare ever-present on his scarred, red face. After arriving at his room, he stood at the door for a moment, staring at it intensely, thinking things he would never admit to. He shook the thoughts from his head and entered the room, casting a small spell on the lantern placed meticulously on a desk that, causing light to gently illuminate the entirety of his small quarters. After closing and locking the door behind him, he undressed to his undergarments, his scarred, leathery red skin seeming to almost glow in the soft light of the fire he had made. He neatly folded his clothing and placed it atop the only dresser his room had space to contain, and then proceeded to sit down in his desk, producing a small book from the top drawer of his desk. [i]A Beginner's History to the Eastern Nations.[/i] The book's cover read in intricate, and excessive calligraphy. He didn't know ever word, but Tieflings weren't known for being stupid, and he was able to effectively understand some of the phrases his 'mentor' hadn't read aloud based upon the context of the sentences. 
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	Kyvir's eyes opened suddenly to the sound of peeking on his desk, and he found himself sitting with a straight back at the desk he had apparently fallen asleep at. The first thing Kyvir noticed was the book opened before him, and to his personal surprise he found that he had read his way through significantly more of the tome's contents than he had expected. Glancing at the top of the page, he found that he had read through to page 768 of the 974 page book, and with the closest thing to a smile he had made in a long time rise over his lips, he marked the page and closed the book, then placed it back in to the top drawer of his desk. 

	With that taken care of, Kyvir turned his attention back to the pecking sound produced by another beautiful creature made of magic and dead wood. The tiefling and the bird made eye-contact, and Kyvir opened his hand for the bird to climb onto, and he waited for it's magic to unfold, and as it did, he let out a small sigh. [i]Perhaps one day, you'll stay with me,[/i] he thought to himself as he unraveled the parchment and stared at the words gently scrawled across it. Understanding it's meaning, he quickly rose and dressed himself, and within moments, he was standing patiently outside the door of his Mistress's dorm, awaiting her return. He was not pleased that she had left for whatever task she was attending to, but the Arcanium was a safe enough place for her to do so without fear of attack.