*The halls of the study were quiet.  Vincent was amongst his books, and was looking for something in particular in this instant.  He'd just about found it amongst the twelve books he had open over the long table.  Piecing it all together so that he could come to the understanding that he was seeking.  To know something was one thing, to understand it was to master it.  Vincent was a master of magic, not some simple user.  He wasn’t okay with just knowing a spell, he had to understand the way the magic felt, the way that it formed, the way that expanded.  Then he had to make that spell his own, and improve on it in subtle ways, making the magic his own.<br/><br/>He heard the footsteps coming, he’d tried to ignore the knocking at the door.  Though it was persistent and after a moment he’d sigh and look up from his book.*  “I TOLD YOU I WASN’T TO BE DISTURBED!”  *Vincent’s voice would echo through the study, and he knew it was plenty audible through the door and down the hall even.  There was the fumbling at the door and it would swing open.*<br/><br/>“Pardon me my lord.”<br/><br/>*It was Archibold, one of the squires.  He looked terrified when Vincent’s eyes cast a gaze upon him.  He probably knew that pissing off a mage, let alone one of the council mages was never a good idea.  Yet here the boy was, and he continued to speak.*  “Excuse me my lord.  There’s someone here who wishes a council with you.”<br/><br/>“I already said that I’m unavailable for the next several days.  If I don’t hold audience with the king why would I hold audience with a random noble?”<br/><br/>“Sir, it’s an elf from the North Wood.”<br/><br/>*That gave Vincent pause.  Sure he could just turn them away too, though there wasn’t very many reasons an Elf would come here, and even fewer that would bring them to him in particular.  He sighed.*  “Bring her into my advisory chamber.”  *With that he’d get up and head from the room.<br/><br/>Aeria would be lead through the castle till she was brought to his advisory room.  The door opened for her so she could be ushered in Vincent sat across from her in the room.  There was a small table to be used for documents and such.  Vincent would rise, and as he pulled back his hood she’d be greeted not by a wizened old mage that she might have expected, but instead a younger man.  Somewhat shaggy black hair with deep blue eyes.  There was a tatoo across his left eye, an oval just smaller than the eye, and a pointed oval that ran from his cheek bone up to his forehead.  Pushing the human age of twenty six, he maintained his appearance well.  His robes hid his slender frame, adorned in black with a gold trim.  His skin was slightly tanned, though outside of that looked soft to the eyes.*<br/><br/>“Welcome madam elf.  What brings you to me today?”