Broken Solider, Silent Warfare

Akibrus was seated on a blanket, fiddling with the amulet around his neck. There was a group of young mages, children, practicing in his view with an instructor and he was observing them after hearing that one of the children might have an extremely power demonic possession.

A voice reached him, and he tilted his head back to find the owner, an easy grin on his face. Always welcome, My Lady. He doesn't move to stand, and his gaze travels back to the children. Some of them are young, toddlers. Others are ten to twelve.

Sit and observe the children's class with me while you tell me why you've come. Because she was not one who would enter a Circle without need.