Nyx's first point of contact was the headmaster, Count Polpe.
He observed that the man was under the influence of a mind-controlling spell or skill.
"Berla, keep an eye out for me," he stretched his neck to relieve some stress.
"What do you plan to do, My Lord?"
"I'll give you the details later... Just do what I asked."
"Your wish is my utmost command," she bowed her head in reverence.
"No! I told you to stop that!"
"Sorry, force of habit," she mildly chuckled.
Nyx waited for the hall to clear out before approaching the headmaster and greeted him with a bow and a polite "Good morning, Count Polpe."
Berla was instructed to keep watch for any potential disturbances.
"Oh? Nyx my boy... When did you return?" The headmaster inquired of him.
"A week ago sir, but I've been busy thus far."
"Well, then, I believe you've come to tell me the details of your travel?"
"Not really," the boy smirked.