Only a few weeks ago, he would’ve been patrolling this area to make sure the goi weren’t planning anything untoward against their betters. But then-a few weeks ago, the director was still alive and Doron knew exactly what he was doing.
But then everything had happened and now Doron didn’t know what to think.
He also wasn’t sure why he’d been dispatched to the 5th level authorization district to find some wayward student. If someone wanted to go down there and mope, Doron was of the opinion they should be allowed to do so. No matter how uninhabitable the place was to someone like Doron.
The magician blinked behind purple bangs, seeing the student in question-finally-after having been walking around the ruined area for almost thirty minutes.
“Hey.” He reached up to scratch at the area over his collar, perpetual frown firmly on his face. “What are you doing down here?” His voice was a low, annoyed grunt and his frown grew as he looked over the magician. “You’re going to get thrown off a ledge if you aren’t careful.” Of course it was this boy. It had to be one of the ones who only seemed to serve to make his life more difficult.
