“Well, hello there, Student Ivar Ragnarsson; color me surprised; I would never have expected to be chosen as a chaperone for a Tier-3 Evolution so soon in the school year, let alone by a First Year Student.”
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Looking around the room and taking note of how Cave like it appeared, Cynrik’s eyes fell on the only two objects in the room, the first being Professor Morningdale, who was sitting in a plush reclining chair with one leg crossed over the other. The second was a Large sarcophagus-like stone object.

“Of course, I would choose the best person in the country with Affinity Theory; I would have to be an idiot not to want someone of your prestigious caliber to aid me in my advancement.” Flashing a very Brance-like smile at Professor Morningdale, Cynrik laid on the flattering words heavy, much to the joy of the plump woman sitting across from him.

“Hoho, what a silver tongue you have, young man, hem hem, please take a seat on the circle there in the center of the room.” Pointing at the ground, Professor Morningdale covered her mouth and cleared her throat to hide her embarrassment.
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“Yes, ma’am,” nodding his head Cynrik moved into a ring of runic inscriptions carved into the rocky floor and took a seat in the lotus position.

“Now, how much about the Passing Down do you know or understand presently?”

“Honestly, not much, Professor. My faction and I only learned about it a few short hours ago, and since it isn’t taught to First Years, on top of not having clearance to gather proper data online, you can assume I know virtually nothing about it.” Scratching the back of his head awkwardly, Cynrik admitted his lack of knowledge and earned an understanding smile from Morningdale.

“That is fine, you technically shouldn’t be learning about it for a couple of years anyway, but I will give you a summary of what is about to happen.” As she spoke, Professor Morningdale stood up, clasped her hands behind her back, and began walking in a circle around Cynrik and the runic inscription pattern.

“As you know, we are cu