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 Salems eyes betrayed him as they slowly glanced back at Aaron when he wasnt looking, faintly catching a glimpse of, defeat? No, that's isnt possible. Aaron was too composed to be capable of such things, and sure enough what minuscule emotion Salem may have seen, vanished without a trace as it was replaced by Aaron's usual composed and stoic self. Salem watched for a moment as Aaron stared at portraits of other Noilas, he joined him for a moment and began to wonder what his home life was like. They had mentioned that the Academy was the first time he had been able to interact with other children of his age, what must that have been like? Has he never known love? Heartbreak? Ridicule? Has he never tasted the poison of a rival? Salem shook the ideas out of his head, his eyes now slightly sorrowful for the blonde haired boy.

 Salem allowed him to speak first,  if he was going to survive the night then it would be in his interest to take care to watch Aaron's movements and responses with a critical eye and mimic as best as he could. [i]"Your family, and its ambition, is commendable for mages. We are curious as to the nature of your income for the clinic.”[/i] Why would this mage be taking such an interest in his life? What's more...how to answer the question without sounding rude or spoiled. Salem waited for Aaron to finish speaking and then cleared his throat slightly. [Color=598527]"Your Excellency, thank you for your praise on mine and my families ambitions. The income for my clinic is funded in part by my parents for the work I help them with, those who work there and donate their time, as well as any who wish to donate to the cause. We are, as I'm sure you're well informed, a non profit organization."[/color]