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Two blue hues laid upon Dorian, watching as he entered, and he just stared at what was on the table, shifting his hands over each other in his lap for a moment. Moving a hand through his beard for a moment, his eyes lowered to his hand as a small stick went through and fell upon the ground. [color=00a651]"So we are meant to end another problem before it begins... I assume something happened because, for the most part, we should all have some form of knowledge about these happenings as well. We have been with our mentors for some time and working closely with them; now that they are together and their pupils have met... we should have a compilation of knowledge over what we are going against... what our task is already, but... I assume you will give us the bindings of that knowledge to solve before we are sent out into the world again."
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A resting flat line across his lips showed a bit of his mood, but it turned into a smile, [color=00a651]"So, my question is... is this a test, or has our lives prior been the test? To see if everything we have done before this moment is worthy, to send us out to complete some trial, to investigate another arm of conspiracy while our predecessors continue down their own rabbit hole. If so, where do we start?" [/color] 

The thick fur/hair that coated his head was brushed aside a bit, and at one point in time, he might have been considered regal, but now he looked as if he had lived in the woods forever. He likely smelled like the woods, pines, and sage, and the last of that burning incense came from him. He closed his blue hues as he just contemplated he would be vocal; he has been vocal, but at that moment, once his eyes closed. He looked like a serene statue in death, still as can be as he waited for Sir Dorian to continue with what they were meant to do.