Paris made it to the Ceokian Capital in no time, although he wasn't happy that his departure was later than he had expected, forcing him to show off one of his more extravagant abilities in front of his apprentices; there was only so much he ever allowed them to see, and his transportation abilities were not one of those he was willing to teach them. There was too much that could go wrong with transportation magic, and he had never been willing to teach any apprentice how to use it, nor would he ever risk them. He had transported himself to the outskirts of the Capital, and he lowered the hood of his deep orange cloak as he looked around.
The sky buildings were intimidating, and they were all around him; towering walls of glass and steel. The smaller sky buildings around him all had a small, brass sign reading the title of the Councilman or Councilwoman whose office was inside, what they oversaw, and their general rank within the Council. At the center of these smaller sky buildings was a much larger, intimidating building, almost made entirely of glass; The Headquarters of the High Council of Ceokian Nonhuman Creatures. This, for whatever reason, was where Paris had been called.
As the old warlock approached, he marveled at the hustle and bustle of it all; no one seemed to notice anyone else among the menagerie of buildings, and yet everyone seemed to be working towards the same goal. Paris thought to himself why he had been called here; it could have been for an official report at the Council Headquarters in Olkmont, which had been vandalized just before their meeting regarding the Autumn Festival. Paris shook his head, chuckling to himself about it. Those rogues really did embarrass the Councilmembers who showed up for the meeting, he thought to himself. As he walked into the main building at the center of the city, he was greeted by a pair of mortals working at the front desk.
"Name please." One of them asked, holding her pen to her notepad. Paris responded, and the woman looked up at him, her eyebrow arched. "Councilman Aurigan's office, fifth floor; you're late, so I suggest you use some of that magic you're so famous for and get a wiggle on," she waved him off, and began speaking to the person waiting behind him.
Councilman Aurgian, Paris mused to himself as he started ascending the stairs, What under the three suns could Orion's father want with me?