THE COLLEGE OF ELBION FIRST ORDER MAGE OFFICES The office of a First Order mage was rarely a splendorous thing. They were often cramped and stuffy, poorly maintained and sparsely furnished. Consider then that Telemachus also had the audacity, as a non-human, to exist within Elbion. And that while he persisted in his blighted non-human existence that he was engaged in study of Conjuration, and art that was slowly and surely coming to be reviled by the Elbionese mainstream... ...He would have a very miserable office indeed. Truth be told, it was not all bad. The furniture was cracked and old, dust crowded in some areas. The empty perch that sat beside his desk was the newest thing in the room, and it was a gnarled and ugly thing - scratched and gouged horrendously. He could have replaced these things if he wished. Telemachus had, after all, had amassed a small fortune by trafficking in pact magic and helping people sell their souls, something that only worsened his reputation among the more conservative elite. They would not have to suffer him longer. Telemachus would not seek to renew his contract when it came up. For now, however, he was still obligated to keep up his scholarly duties. In this case, the review of yet another thesis submitted to him by yet another middling student. Grammatically competent for once, but in this case their grasp of theory was severely lacking. Telemachus filled the margins with scathing corrections. His process was interrupted, as it usually was, when Telemachus called out "Enter," to whoever it was that had approached his door. In this case, Celeste Tenebrea .