@hagroden@ConscriptsThe room was rather low in the foyer of doors that lead to the individual teacher classrooms and quarters. Deep in a low dip that led to a door nearly hidden from view with a bridge over it to allow more space above. A few doors were like this, but upon entering the room it was quickly unique. The tiles of the floor were illuminated between the cracks by a green ominous glow, and the room had few desks arranged in a permiter of a large circle surrounded by runes on the floor, slightly inserted further into the floor with two small steps surrounding it. This circle was made of a different stone than the tile that floored the room, and the circle was surrounded by a blue glow that stretched beyond the floor to the ceiling.
As the two boys talked, a dignified tall man with silver hair and dark grey skin entered from a door in the back of the room choosing to let them talk as he silently arranged his potions on the long stretch of table that went from end to end in the far left side of the room. The opposite of it on the far right of the room were bookcases, filled with copies of the same tomes sorted into rows. Likely textbooks for the class on their lecture subjects. When they finished their sentences, the man spoke from the corner where they had failed to notice his entry as they spoke.
"Rather early for the lecture aren't we?" The man said, his voice booming through the room and alerting them to his presence.
@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@ReusableSword"Ah, you may refer to me as Dolvin stonebrother." Dolvin's sight shifted to the Dark Elf that had made his way into the room. Immediately his eyes were drawn to the sword at his side as masterwork smiths do, and could tell that it was the work of a highly skilled Dark Elf smith. That used traditional... Dark techniques. The sword would have been precise, bloodthirsty, yet also collected and loyal to it's owner. Ready to cut anything at it's chosen wielder's command. It was a dangerous piece, that not just anyone would have. He thought to himself that this student was a strange one indeed. But the Arcanium have seen many in it's time, and plenty stranger than he; and so he let this little tid bit escape his thoughts.
Dolvin placed his hand on Garanin's shoulder,
"No need to be tense brother. This man is the same as you, a guest here to our school. No need to hold onto the past." He turned his face to the Dark Elf and extended his blackened soot hand,
"Good morning to you student. You seem to know my name, would you do me the kindness of giving me yours?" He moved closer to the dark elf to allow him reach of his hand.
"A pleasure to meet you here today." 
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