Pleasant Conversation

When the two of them walked in, there were several mage apprentices still working inside and taking notes. At their head was an old mage. This mage was level one and gave people a strange feeling. His face was kind, with slightly rosy cheeks, but with wrinkles that seemed to have taken its toll from his age. His long, braided beard and long hair had turned white as a sign of age. He was wearing a comfortable blue wizard robe and stood up as he saw Arthur. He approached with a smile.

“Mr Arthur! Welcome! This…” He gave a simple noble bow in front of Arthur and looked at William.