Only a few weeks ago, he wouldâve been patrolling this area to make sure the goi werenât 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 didnât know what to think.
He also wasnât sure why heâd 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.Â
âHey.â He reached up to scratch at the area over his collar, perpetual frown firmly on his face. âWhat are you doing down here?â His voice was a low, annoyed grunt and his frown grew as he looked over the magician. âYouâre going to get thrown off a ledge if you arenât careful.â 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.
