<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #40BFBF"><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Archmage of Scarborough</span></span></span><br/><span style="color: #BFBF80">Scarborough Castle</span></div><br/><br/>His lips rarely revealed a smile even in the presence of the King. Smiling was a facial expression that only passes his features when he's alone in private and rarely does Aurion  smile or laugh in the presence of others. He also didn't find a human who was portrayed by others as one with a strong sense of humor, to be funny at all. When laughter was on his lips, it was either forced and un-mirthful, or  sinister and sarcastic. He would laugh, sincerely, when one surprised him with a <span style="font-style: italic">wicked</span> sense of humor.<br/><br/>He put quite the distance between himself and the King's bedroom as he advanced into the sun rays coming through the long and large windows of the corridor. The fall of his long golden hair glinted in the sunlight as he paused to contemplate a portion of the mountains he was able to see from the wide opening. When the King suddenly arrived and addressed him, he found himself flinching slightly before turning around, a light brow slowly arching on his forehead. <br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBF80">"Good to see you finally awake, master. It is indeed, a beautiful day."</span> He commented back quietly, nodding his head as he began to walk down to the dinning room. Out of the corner of his eyes, he eyed the King briefly. He could smell the stench of the mother of deep <span style="font-style: italic">disgust</span> - the Queen - emitting from Allistair.<br/><br/>The Archmage was indeed very protective of the King, and he was also there to drain the poison out.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBF80">"How was your sleep, Allistair? And is the Queen joining us for breakfast this morning?"</span> Aurion asked, resolutely. As might be expected, the Djinni did not feed like other earthly creatures for the same reasons they ate. They fed because the physiological instinct known as <span style="font-style: italic">hunger</span>, told them to, and they would also eat to survive. <br/><br/>Even in his current physical form, he never got 'genuinely' hungry for food. He would nibble on the food in the presence of the King out of respect, but also to enjoy a delicious morsel if he wishes. Other than that, Aurion mostly fed on the fears of humans, the insecurities, the suffering of others; their tainted dark thoughts, sins and of course, their ceremonial sacrifices. <br/><br/>With a graceful and discreet wave of his gloved left hand, the large heavy doors that gave into the dinning hall opened wide. He scanned the room to see High General of Scarborough, Bren Wolfhart, seated at a long table looking weary. Aurion's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the King once more.</div>