The name on the roster was unmistakable, but it was the titled and tenured position next to it that Lyn could not quite reconcile.
It could have been any man named Linus who was a professor, or any professor surnamed Reed, but the combination on the note to deliver syllabi to Linus Reed - Golden Deer Professor sent her mind scrambling for explanations.
She had seen him fight and had seen him fall, and in the chaos of everything that had followed had heard no more of the Black Fang. Although she supposed that this was the proclivity of a group of high level assassins, she could not imagine a man less attuned to the shadows as Linus Reed.
Was this some other ploy of Nergal's, then? Another animated construct of his, another morph infiltrating a position of high prestige?
Her footsteps took her down the spiraling stone staircase and into the quad of the academy, and her eyes sought out the Golden Deer classroom where her quarry awaited. Shouldering her way into the classroom, and without any further ado, she plopped the paperwork onto the desk where the man sat, catching his gaze and holding it sternly for a moment before she spoke.
No gold in those irises but sunlight.
"What are you doing here? Not chasing my friends anymore, are you? If you are, I'll have no reservations in striking you down!"
He really, really did despise doing paperwork -- but, he figured, slogging through it himself was better than another weird stand off with that giant bald guy.
Honestly, depending on the day, it was a toss up between which one he wanted to have happen least.
So, boots planted up on the desk and leaning back in his chair, Linus throws a sour look at the door when it opens and someone enters the otherwise empty classroom with quite the determined stride. And papers. A fat stack of bloody annoying papers.
His expression shifts, however, at the accusations that immediately come out of this young woman's mouth. Brow furrowing in confusion, Linus pulls his feet down off the desk with scrape of bootheels against wood and stands opposite her at his full height. He stares her down for a solid minute, before his nose scrunches up and he huffs out an irritated, "Do I know you and your friends, lass?"
And, at first, he didn't recognize her or know what she was talking about. But the longer she stands there, fiery eyes and proud stance, the more she seems sort of familiar.
"Wait, wait, wait-- I do know you, don't I?" Linus growls, eyes narrowing. "You were with those Lycians, back home. I ain't here for any of your friends, but if it's a fight ya want, I wouldn't disappoint!"
She wasn't a student, and she had technically threatened him first, so surely he couldn't get into hot water if this did turn into a fight, right? Besides, it seemed both of them hadn't let go of all that had happened in Elibe.
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