"Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success." Gormun Tower The room was quiet except for the low bubbling of a cauldron as it intermittently loosed fumes and tossed out arcs of the yet-unfinished liquid. Felix sat at his desk, eyeing the black pot as it simmered. Sure, he knew the age-old saying about watched pots, but he knew better than to shift his gaze away. The last few moments of a potion's creation were always the most volatile. If something was about to blow, he would rather not be caught unawares. He quietly closed the book he'd been leafing through and took a few strides over to the brew. Peering over the lip of the cauldron, he saw that the ruddy red liquid had settled, and he quickly extinguised the flame underneath to prevent it from burning. With that, he glanced towards the door. Telemachus, as per usual, was late. Felix was a man who hardly believed in wasting time. In fact, he'd started up the potion both because he'd needed it, and also to keep track of the time. It came as no surprise that his newest apprentice had yet to show up, but it still didn't stop him from grimacing. When it was just members of the Alderken, appearances didn't matter much. Now, however, Telemachus was going to be making a first impression on the... guests that just so happened to be joining them. When he decided he couldn't wait any longer, he decided to move to the dining room downstairs where the group of strangers had been asked to assemble. Even though Felix had been the one to find them and ascertain that they were not a threat, he'd not had the proper time to get to know them, and so he was unsure what else to call them, so he defaulted to the rather unfriendly term. Moving down three flights of roughly hewn stone steps, the conjurer reached the magnificent doors and caught sight of his apprentice all clad in grey. At least he'd gotten that part right. Felix pinched his brow and looked at the young evoker with an impatient sigh, "Why weren't you upstairs?" A gruff shrug of indifference preceeded a blunt, "Seemed like a waste of time." Felix rolled his eyes and tapped the young man on the shoulder, "Please tell me you at least have the package?" He could see its wrapped tip sticking out from behind Telemachus' back, but he wanted to ask to be completely and totally sure. Telemachus tossed it up into the air and grabbed it with both hands, flourishing it with a look of purely bratty defiance, tongue just barely kept from jutting between his lips. Once again, the blonde arcanist tried to suppress his frustration. Things were all in place, but they simply hadn't gone according to his plans. On the one hand, at least they were all getting done. On the other, in his eyes, they were already off to a bad start with the group awaiting them. The pair made an unintentionally loud entrace as the apprentice bumped against the grand doors which were lighter than they appeared. The grey-cloaked young man with the stark white hair quickly shuffled himself into a seat near the back of the room, playing with the item he was supposed to be getting used to taking good care of. Felix, on the other hand, stood tall and clasped his hands behind his back, turning to address the odd assortment of people seated before him. "I know I don't need to introduce myself again, but I'm a stickler for formality-" he began with a light tone, only to be cut off by a dry cough from the back corner. He glanced at the boy and kept going, happy to know he'd be heading out of the tower for a bit of time and leaving the rest of them to some peace and quiet, "I'm Felix, and on behalf of the Alderken as an institution, I have been asked to entrust you with a task. You will be accompanying my apprentice, Telemachus, to deliver a very important weapon to the Cyracic Guards, whose base is fairly close by. As for why I want to send you all... well... you've been with us for quite some time, and some people who far outrank me wish to see what you can do for us. Perhaps, some of you gifted with magic will hope to join us?" A hopeful grin tugged at his lips and he continued on, "I understand that you are still... new to this region, and that is why I am hoping sending the whole lot of you will yield the best results." At this, Telemachus looked up and spun his finger in a quick, circular motion, which released a shrill sound, and he cut it off once he felt he'd gotten everyone's attention, "Frankly, I don't see how all of you are going to be anything but a burden, but I'll keep an eye on you." He barely smiled, but his tone more than made up for it, "If you have any questions, ask the boss. I'll be in the carriage waiting for you." Once he evacuated the room, Felix shook his head, "I apologize in advanced for the cramped quarters on the carriage, but it will only take you so far. The rest of the way, you'll be on foot, and you will probably find your guide more pleasant once he's able to roam free." He offered an apologetic nod in their direction and continued to stand in the front of the room in case of people had questions. The door to the courtyard where the horse-drawn carriage was left wide open, and Telemachus sat at the reins, throwing impatient glances back towards the tower in hopes that his companions would hurry up.