Esmond glided through the corridors of the Obsidan castle like a wraith. It had become the main place for his work after receiving it. Pushing open the door he saw, sat reading a book, his son, a man in his late twenties. Much like himself, he had eyes that reminded people of a snake the way he looked at things. "I have a job for you. A test to see how you have grown." Esomnd's family, The Underwell family, had always been a strange one within the noble circle. They had no real wealth to their name and nor a way to produce it.