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Witch / 401 / Male
[b]Location[/b]: Mansion kitchen [b]Tags[/b]: Mira, Mark[/center]

A single eyebrow hitched up on Ceobes's forehead at the mention of her family name. "The Andruls are producing lemons now? Perhaps the arts really [i]are[/i] dying." 

Ceobes turned to acknowledge the appearance of a young man, and suddenly it was like Mira had stopped existing. "Ah, a real member of the coven. It makes me most optimistic to see young people carrying on our traditions, when most of the world has forgotten." Ceobes sipped his coffee. "Which reminds me, I have a short notice class to work on." He turned to leave the kitchen, but paused to look back at Mark. "You are more than welcomed to attend of course." 

Ceobes turned back around to offer Mark a gloved hand. "Ceobes Valcun. And who might you be?"