Knowledgeable Proposition (Roy)

[Ziare]

It was night out the moon was high but blocked by the black rain clouds that were currently pelting the academy with rain. It slid down the windows of the library where one blonde girl made her treck. She was here to find one particular student. She had sent him a note, to meet her here, to discuss his magical future. The ability to find and know many things were not only locked inside the wizard that was currently going through the library but the library itself. Ziare headed to the lounges that were set up for reading. Soft candlelight played on the shelves and books she sat down on a small love seat some papers in her lap, the ones of the Revolution of course.

Phaedra had turned her onto this one and Ziare agreed he would be an asset to their community of magicians. And so she wanted for the redheaded half elf to join them. She wanted more than anything to get more and new members it was important to her. This was something that not only would help out the academy in the end but it would enable the wizards and so forth here to ban together under a common goal and create lasting friendships. And she waited with that authoritative aire about her. Waiting for one.. Roy Attenwood.

[Roy Atenwood]

In any situation, Roy was usually armed to the teeth. A retractable iron spear was usually on his belt, a dagger was usually in his boot, and lately, a Zweihander style greatsword on his back. Today, however, he was unarmed. He was never truly without weapons, as his body could generate flames strong enough to melt steel, but this was a show of good will toward whoever had sent him the note.

The person who had sent the note was a blonde woman named Ziare. She was a summoner. That was about all the residual traces of energy on the note told him, but it was enough.

He walked down the hallways of the academy, his hair soaked, the rest of his body drenched. He had been outside when the rain began, and haddn't gotten inside in time. Turning the corner into the library, he thought about things. He smirked suddenly, planning to let his Second Sight run wild. That way, maybe he wouldn't be a burden to whatever Ziare was putting together.

"Hello. Ziare, I presume?"

He held out the still-sealed note, with an unfamilliar emblem on the wax seal. All he could pick up was the woman's name, so he would play by ear. Or play by Second Sight.

[Ziare]

Ziare looked up when the red headed boy came into the library. She smiled softly as he walked towards her his invitation in his hand. The seal on the envelope was shown so that she could know that she had indeed invited him. Which she had known besides she had Kal do a bit of recon and found out what the boy looked like. Though illusions could be used Armenius had already told her that he was the real deal.

"Good evening, Mr. Attenwood. My name, is indeed Ziare. And I am here on the behalf of my organization, I would like to recruit you. But first please, have a seat and be comfortable."

Once he had a seat she smiled as her power ice blue eyes looked at him. She had platinum blonde hair that pooled around her small body on the couch it was straight and she had a few bangs that hung in her face.

"I was informed of you, by one of my most valued members. You may know, or at least remember, Phaedra Weiss. She had called my attention to you, claiming that you, would be good for our organization. She is a member I would trust with my life, and you come highly recommended by none other than her." she explained.

"You are a seer. And that, I find terribly intriguing. I think you would indeed be an asset to our group. Because you see, I would place you on my council. The one that interviews the new members unless I do it myself like now. For you would be most valuable."

"Now, this organization is called Revolution. And thought it might seem like a name of a rebel group it is merely a name of a group that is to defend the Arcane academy. You see, there are evils in this world and within the academy itself we are trying to keep our school not only safe for our students but for our future students as well. We are working to make this place safe to defend it from those that might want to harm or taint it. So, this is what I am asking you to join. Have you any questions, Mr. Attenwood?"

[Roy Atenwood]

"Hmmmm...sounds interesting.....but I feel I would be more of a hinderance than an asset."

Roy had taken a seat as he was bidden to, and listened in rapt attention. Truthfully, he wanted to take her up on his offer, but he believed he would be a hinderance. A position on her council would be rather important, and he diddn't think he could live up to any expectations she had. He was feeling quite conflicted. he wanted to help, but he diddn't want to hinder her orginization.

Letting out a sigh, and brushing his hair out of his face, and spoke again.

"Miss Ziare, I would be honored to accept your offer. However, I don't want to hinder Revolution in any way. If I'm not going to be a burden, I'll gladly join."