Elsewhere in the Academy, behind the massive, dark-wood desk of his office sat Dean Ordenance. He rested his chin on the back of his crossed hands, his piercing eyes silent in thought.
Standing stiffly in front of the desk was Phiodor Blaze. Today, the Elementalist-D Instructor had his long dark hair tied back, save for a thick chunk held up by a fire-crystal clip.
He wore rich, vibrant red clothing beneath the Academy teacher's robe he wore so proudly. On his face sat an arrogant sneer that was only barely kept in check by the fearful respect he held for the man sitting across from him.
It seemed they were waiting for something, but the silence in the room was beginning to gnaw at Phiodor's nerves.
"It's been ten minutes, sir," Phiodor finally spoke up, unable to help himself.
Dean Ordenance slowly raised his eyes, his expression unchanging. "I am aware."
