<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/s24KeQd.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Elias Castle<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>A severe, simple black turtleneck, black trousers, and black shoes<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Elysia's Penthouse apartment | Downtown<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6th | Early evening<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Elias arrives with a small house warming gift<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Elysia Genevieve Abadie, Open<br/><hr/><br/>As the High Warlock of Vancouver, Elias Castle was subject to certain responsibilities. Some were more onerous to discharge than others. Many might wonder why Elias continued to hold an office that he derived no pleasure from occupying for so long. Answers from Elias were not forthcoming.<br/><br/>The first guest to arrive, Elias was obviously a breed apart from other Warlocks. The clothing he wore was plain and severe and did short, slender frame no favours. It did not flatter him in the slightest and Elias was not a man who gave much thought to these sorts of things. His rang the doorbell once and waited. His face not quite in a complete curmudgeonly frown, but it was<em>awful</em>close.<br/><br/>Elias cleared his throat. He was not accustomed to speaking and his vocal chords needed some warming up. "Hello Elysia. I am Elias Castle, Vancouver's High Warlock." He said in a voice whose gravelly, harsh tone was made worse by disuse. "I brought you a gift for housewarming, although it is my understanding that you have lived here for some time before reaching out to the Warlock community." The Warlock said, and he held out a mason jar filled with sea salt. As a person who frequently ate unseasoned oats and porridge the salt was contextually a lavish gift, but of course, it was nothing compared to what most Warlocks enjoyed on a daily basis.<br/><br/>When he was allowed inside he awkwardly entered the apartment and made a perfunctory show of looking around. It was not that Elias was entirely bereft of a sense of the aesthetic, but he was profoundly disinterested in in the extravagance and hedonism many Warlocks engaged in to occupy their time. Truth be told, Elias would prefer to be at home in a room lit by a single candle, working on making a copy of an old manuscript by hand. It was his responsibility, however, to be here and welcome a 'new' Warlock into the fold, such as it were.<br/><br/>"I am uncertain if you have met any of the local Shadowhunters, but I feel it is my duty to warn you that they are eminently biased against our kind - far too many rogues have exploited the port as a point of entry with all manner of contraband forbidden by the Accords. They believe that we do an insufficient job policing our own or turn a blind eye to wrong-doing." Elias said in a tone that communicated the ill-will the Shadowhunters felt was well reciprocated. He frowned, and then gently clapped his hands. "But this is a party. Enough of doom and gloom."<br/><br/>He turned towards the door, hoping for the doorbell to ring and more guests to arrive.