Erevan walks the hallway of the dorm, he opens his door, and enters a confined space.
It wasn't much of a room, there was a bed on his left, not much but a standard issue at the academy.
A medium sized window that offered a view of the northern garden with the oak tree towering to the 5th floor above.
His study, consisting of a desk and shelf filled with ample amounts of books, each one showing the wear and tear of a life time.
Then some of the features that raised notice where the gray paint that had aged long past time on the brick walls. The glimor of light coming from the aether lite stones that fell on the outdated floor.
The clothing rack leaving his luggage exposed. And a constant scent of metal from the gears and tools left on his study.
He walked in to hag his blue jacket on the old chair. He went on to take a seat, he then placed the book he previously received from Noir, on his desk.
The tome had no title but as he flipped the first page he came across a name. Norman the alchemist, he was known to be a man who documented several encounters and experiments.
He documented his tomes and journals around 6 millenniums ago during the holy wars. History didn't consider him to be an exceptional alchemist but his contributions to alchemy where honored nonetheless.
This particular tome record account of meetings with abnormal individuals. There were a lots of accounts, detailing his encounters but one, specifically the one Noir had marked was particularly catching, a small text.
It consists of only a few lines but clear enough to make out the interest he had when he meet this individual.
The lines went as follows:
"The holy war had drawn out for so long, and the empire seemed to be in the midst of a rebellion. But the church did not seem troubled, in fact they saw it as an excellent time to act."
"They send out a legion of their most dedicated Knights to the eastern plateu where many had met their end. As the emperor witnessed this act he responded with his might, ten-fold. They did not stand a chance they fell to the empire's blade,no mercy, no survivors."
"The dust saddles as a young warrior marched on his own, i thought he wanted to join his brethren's fate but what followed will forever be one of the empire's greatest losses."
"His steps silent as he approached, I never saw him rise his blade, but death graced the battlefield. No sound came from his lips nor a cry from our honorable fallen. I had never seen a silence that shoke the arcane so. It ran as if it were pray, him, a hunter."
"I still remember the sensation in my hand as he approached ever so. As our magics faltered in his presence. Truly a beast, to this day I wonder how the church was able to get a hold on such a specimen. I would have liked to study him more."
The entry was detailed enough. Erevan looked at the ceiling as he wondered how is it that, all this time there has never been someone like that till now. He smiled as he got up and laid on his bed. He thanked Noir as he laughed hysterically looking at the worn out pages.
"Finally I have a lead,I haven't gotten anywhere since I left the estate."He thought as he planned his next move.
He spent the night debating his options looking for the most convenient course of action. By the mourning he hadn't slept a wink.
He got up anyway and took the book as he headed out.
The sun hadn't risen, and yet it's golden eye peeked over the horizon, casting long shadows that seems like whispered secrets across the cobblestone road. There were a couple of students passing him by as he learned onto the gate.
His coat was darker. His voice smoother as he hummed a tone only he could tell, his boots clicked as he tapped on the frozen road. In a distance a bell tolled-too early, too hollow. Someone had died or was about to.
Noir came forth as the fog curled onto his boots like a jealous lover as he stepped on a the road to Velgrave, the town that surrounded the academy.
As he approached he pushed back his dreadlocks, they were shorter than Erevan's but he always argued he preferred them short as if Erevan would push back but he never did.
He adjusted his collar revealing the twin revolvers on his back, half hidden beneath the folds, clinking softly as he walked.
They began talking, their conversation stretched for the duration of the walk, as they entered the slums they hushed down. A drunkard stumbled out of an alley, as he pulled up his pants his gaze met Erevan's. With a Muttered curse he walked off. A woman followed.
"Disgusting I tell ya." Erevan comments with Disgust.
"People here have different kinds of standards, but even so your right." Noir replied as they continued.
They talked until they got to a place with a big sigh upfront, It read lno's.
"We're here." Noir said as he earged him to go in.
"Is this really the right place?"Erevan said as he looked at him with a cold gaze.
"Stop stalling, classic tactics." He shouted as he pushed Erevan inside.