Solomon had never been inside the dean's office before. There had never been any reason.
And now that he was here, he couldn't think about anything but leaving.
He could feel his skin crawling every time he turned his eyes to a new surface.
The mahogany hardwood floors were impeccably cleaned and smelled like they had been recently polished.
Every wall was lined with some form of trophy. Be it an old, worn weapon, a jewel the size of Dakota's head, or framed letters written by famed nobles.
Solomon fantasized about burning the place down with him inside.
"It's been quite a while since we've had a chance to chat." Raidis slips into the chair behind his desk.
He places his arms on the table and gives Solomon a very friendly look.
"Oh, but make no mistake, my boy. I've been keeping up on your exploits. For a first-year student, you are extremely impressive. Why, I can't wait to see what strength you will boast as a fifth year."
"...Thank you, Dean Raidis."
