Fromir
It had been weeks since the explosion in Seattle and the pieces that Fromir had carefully curated were beginning to fall into place.
Fromir stood in his private chambers, waiting impatiently for the lower mages he had called on to arrive. He was disgusted with the lack of order and discipline the most recent recruits had. Though they had purpose, it bothered him greatly to entertain the thought of recruiting mixed breed mages. He'd taken every effort to keep them separate from the purely bred lineage that graced his formal ranks.
Several minutes later, Fromir could hear the impatient bark of a general snapping at the group to fall into line and quiet themselves. The door opened and Fromir watched with disdain as they began to gather in his private chambers. Fromir scowled, open
