Sir Virgil Formidable's Office

Sir Virgil made his way back from the Range, with the fire under Lord Majikina's ass, he supposed things would move along quickly now. He unlocked the door to his office and slipped inside. It was a dark office, bow window overlooking the campus courtyard. The walls were stained mahogany and panelled with various shelves carved into the walls. Another wall held his more antique, but still very functional and deadly weapons, like his .700 Deck Hand double rifle he used earlier alongside Alastor and his... cat friend.

He slid behind the large, mahogany desk, leaning back into the brown leather backed executive officer chair and sighed contentedly.

He glanced over at the photos of his twin sister, Zylphia Formidable, but he called her Zyl/Zill for short:



She was a very pretty young Feniran woman, who had so much potential... She could have been a member of Gilded Tree, a teacher of the Dark and Light Arts in the College of the Magi back home... but she chose to be a maid for Chesluk instead. She felt bad, that he became a squib, that she absorbed his magical abilities while they were still in the womb, it happened sometimes to Feniran Twins... she felt bad for the ridicule he suffered, and being ostracised by their own family. He went off to boarding school, and became a Hazorian Executioner, and is now one of the Knight Commanders... he could give a damn about how his family thought of him, Zyl was always so supportive of him. She took a modest job to make him feel better, and it hurt him that she did... she was way more suited to weaving spells than doing some businessman's laundry, a businessman who was known for his... maid fetishes.

He grabbed one of the other frames of Zylphia which littered his desk, looking upon her with a soft smile:



She was a lovely woman, who was unworthy for the normal masses. None of the unwashed should be permitted to even look upon her... but he respected her decision, though her didn't agree with it, to become a maid for the fiend. He told her to tell him if he ever made any unsavoury advances, or was crude, rude, or even if he just ticked her off... he'd tear the loins off the horny bastard and have them nailed to a post. Maybe he'd leave them attached and just let him hang by those family jewels... in either case, Mr. Chesluk, Mayor or not of Ithteca, would be sooner dead than to even think of defiling his precious Zyl.

He sets the frame down, and glanced over to her other photos:










A part of him could... understand the sense of loss that Lord Majikina felt, but didn't know the feeling personally. He thankfully, still had a sister who was very much alive. He leans back into his chair, clasping his hands with his elbows propped on the arms of the executive chair, his fingers laced as he slumps back.

There were rumours of an unsightly purple glow from the desert of Galideno... towards Mount Risa. He didn't disprove the rumors, he occasionally saw a purple flicker from beyond the other mountain peaks. Still, he wasn't the real one in charge around here. He could only afford to send a scout or two, without the approval of the Head Master and... Lady Crow. She was a vile woman, Lady Crow... He despised her, and the undead stench of her breath she pretends to hide behind that plague mask. No one was a fool to know the woman was a vampire... but he still wondered why the Hazorian Church employed such... heathens in the first place. Same went for the beast kin, the elves, the other freaks of nature... He couldn't wait to finally meet this talked of 'Dr. Kamura' as well, who was another leech or so the records state.

He sighed, and glanced over to one of his sister's images again and frowned. "What do you think, sis? Have I been working myself too hard? Hmm... Maybe I should give you a call." He thinks, before shrugging.

(from here)

After some bumbling around, Vrara found the place via her phone, and then just asked a bunch of the Cathedral staff to the direction of Sir Formidable's office.

The tall wolf made her way around to the third floor of the dormitories, and knocked on the door...