<div style="text-align: center"><i><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Ian, The Teacher</span></span></span></i>​</div><br/>Ian watched Mystera approach and sit. Watching her with interest as she settled in her chair. Absently, he noticed Annie and Valentine's departure as well. They seemed excited, glowing at the prospect of attending White Castle. And Ian couldn't help the small smile that crept on his face. It'll be nice to travel with a few rambunctious people on the way back. Not that he minded Dayyan's company. It was just. The man could be a tad straightforward and quiet sometimes. Made for boring stretches of road.<br/><br/>Looking over to the man in question he got a brief look of acknowledgement. And nodded back in turn. Turning over to his other side he saw Asterrio smiling at Mystera in reassurance. Everything aside, Asterrio does seem like an earnest teacher. Ian could respect his desire to protect his students. But this one in front of him, needed a firm evaluation.<br/><br/>Bringing his focus back to the task at hand. Ian set down his drink and looked at her intently, drawing her gaze.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Right. Mystera. This is an interview to get to know our potential students. White Castle is the best university in the world. We take the admission process seriously, and truthfully speaking, as an organization, we don't know you. It's important that as part of this scholarship program i can trust in you. As i myself would be the one vouching for you to attend. . . So do answer all of the questions i ask honestly. And to the best of your ability. There's no poin't in lying as well. All truth will be revealed in time."</span>He quoted from one of the school texts.<br/><br/>Asterrio looked as if he wanted to interject but kept quiet. Only just holding his tongue.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Right. If all that makes sense let's begin. <br/>
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What is your real name?"</span>Ian asked slowly.