Nik had traveled for many days now by various means and was at last upon the tower of Helia. When he received a summons via messenger bird he hadnt even been on the same continent so he reluctantly dropped what he had been working on in order to make it to Helia by the date requested. Truth be told, he had seriously considered not answering the summons. He found the Council to be painfully inefficient in nearly every department that they oversaw. From wasted resources, to their detachment from the real world, all the way to their seeming inability to act when necessary, Nik had long questioned their motives and whether or not corruption in the hierarchy played a role in their ineffectiveness. After a bit of self motivation, stemming mostly from curiosity, he had made his way to Helia. As he stepped through the large front doors and into the grand foyer, he sighed to himself at his surroundings. All the grandeur, time, and energy spent on a capitol such as this yet the problems that faced Clairvoyants were as prevalent as they had ever been. Shaking his head and giving his cloak a small flip behind him he proceeded to the library.

	Once inside he made his way to the many rows of books that lined the room. It was true that he was a harsh critic of the Council and rarely visited Helia because of it, yet in his teenage years he had found time to cover every inch of this library. Knowledge was both his strength and his weakness, as he likely missed other opportunities by spending all his spare time here. He found a few volumes to keep him busy and found a seat at an empty table located in the center of the room. He was nearly two hours early to the appointment and decided to busy himself with some light reading. The thought crossed his mind that he was likely wasting his time here. He had just recently turned 22, plenty old enough for the Council to know what they had on their hands when it came to him. Every time he had been assigned a Circle before he had either requested to leave because he wasnt able to put up with their incompetence, or they had gotten themselves killed because of the very same trait. He worked best alone and until now he had gotten away with it, keeping himself busy with research not directly related to the actual hunting of Darkened. Unfortunately it seemed those days were at an end and the Council wanted to give him another whirl. He snorted to himself at the idea. [color=0054a6]"Yet another wonderous allocation of resources..."[/color]