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Familiar/ 329 / Male
[B]Location:[/b] The great room[b] Tags:[/b] Mira[/center]

Ismael gave her a sad smile at her words. He knew if Agatha could see him, she'd know she had made the right call. He was also glad for the subject to change. He tried not to dwell on his heartbreak too publicly. 

"Oh, I don't believe so, but thank you, Mira. You remind me, I meant to go spy on Ceobes's class." He chuckled softly as he stood and made his way to the door. Ismael stepped outside, and in a flash, his human body was replaced with that of a shiny black crow and he flew off.



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Witch / 401 / Male
[b]Location[/b]: The South Field [b]Tags[/b]: Mark[/center]

Ceobes greeted his first student, the young man from the kitchen. Mark, he believed the name had been. "We meet again," He said. "Ismael mentioned that the purpose of this class was to help prepare the younger coven members for a potential conflict with witchhunters in the city. Have you heard anything about it?" 

He certainly hadn't. But then again, he also hadn't been around. The idea of having to face hunting clans again made him both anxious and angry. Had they not suffered long enough? Had they not proven themselves harmless enough to mankind to be left alone? This antagonizing was exactly why some turned to the dark arts as a means of defense.