Sunlight filtered through the circular window's glass and bounced off of the multicolored prisms dangling above its sill, signalling the morning of arrival for Ygnatius' apprentices. He had been up well before dawn, of course, due to the anticipation of their coming - keeping busy by assorting their study materials, arranging the available floor for their dormitories, and sealing away the things they need not yet see. At the sight of the glittering light throughout his study, he leaned back in his chair heavily with a deep intake of breath. Feeling all the aches and pains of sitting for too long as he stretched before standing, attempting to wiggle out the stiffness that had sat in, before he attempted to stand. 

It was due to his age and all the disabilities which came with it that he felt limited, and even began to consider a successor for whom would take over his legacy and life's work fighting against the toils the ruling body set against its people. Perhaps, at the heart of it, his motives were entirely selfish, but it did lead to major awareness and disgust at the political system. It was through his findings that he also identified those who had the possibility of helping him overthrow their tyranny. Thus, he wrote out and beseeched them to come for training - all the while offering up the prize of becoming a mentor to the most capable, keeping his true motives hidden until the time came. 

Today was the day in which all three pupils would be arriving, and he had preparing considerably for their tests. He had not prepared for today to be full of aches and pains, however. Walking over to his apothecary cabinet, he found the herbal mixture he'd need to last throughout the day. Taking the mixture was not pleasant, but it certainly beat age pains.