The vast grounds of Ulfgard College, swarmed with life. Over two hundred nine year old children filled the field, their nervous chatter was a low hum. Northern guards stood at intervals, their presence was a reminder of the gravity of the day.
Aurelion stood apart from the jostling crowd, a solitary figure near the edge of the field. His posture was deceptively relaxed, but his eye missed nothing, absorbing the scene in front of him.
His gaze lifted to the high dais on the main college building, where three figures watched over them. The central figure was a middle aged Northerner in severe black attire, his short, silver hair gleaming in the light. His stern demeanor was unmistakable.
Aurelion's lip curled slightly. "Of course, a Silverfang," he thought. "The War Chieftain spreads his men everywhere."
