Octavious Spencer Aurgian was not known to be a patient man, and when his timepiece read that Paris Graemeyer was nearly forty minutes late, he became frustrated. Had the old warlock lost his ability to keep track of time? There was no knowing; at least not until he showed up. Councilman Aurgian checked his timepiece again, and at that moment there was a knock at his door. "Enter," he stated briskly, irritation ringing through his otherwise monotone voice. Paris moved through the door, and the werebear gestured for the warlock to be seated. "I haven't received a status update on my son in some time," the former began, sitting himself behind his desk. Before the latter could respond, Aurgian continued; "It has also been brought to the council's attention that you've taken on more apprentices than you have previously been permitted to."
"Tristan is considered a master apprentice, and no longer studies under me, but alongside me," Aurgian grunted and made some notes in his file. "As for a status report on your son; you are more than capable of writing a letter to him yourself. Orion is a very talented werebear; his navigational skills are impeccable, he's an intense and very skilled fighter; Orion is also kind, caring, and humble. While his magic seems to be simple, he has mastered it with the utmost skill, and continues to practice; I'll be giving him his final assessment after this month long schedule of meetings I seem to have been summoned to."
Aurgian nodded, pressing his fingers together in front of his mouth. "And what of the new apprentice; the Walker girl?"
"I will discuss that with the Council of Warlocks when the time comes. She is out of your jurisdiction." The statement was short, almost possessive, and his eyes flashed in what could almost be taken as anger. "Why do you ask about her?"
Before the Councilman could answer, there was another knock on the door. "Ah, my next meeting. You'll excuse me, won't you, Master Graemeyer?" Paris nodded, and left the office, passing a young man in a brown trench coat. Paris looked at him and, for a moment, thought the young man looked familiar. However, before he could place where he knew him from, the young man was in the office and out of Paris's mind.