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[center][h2][color=007236]Mathigyle[/color][/h2][/center]

A withered, gnarly head poked its way out of the main entrance doors. One could practically hear the bones creak, the skin stretch as foggy glasses surveyed the outside area, searching for straggling students out after curfew. The lich's bleach white eyes paused on the drakken, and a quick chelsea smile replaced his withered flat line of lips. Mathigyle shuffled towards Fafnir, leather and cloth continually scraping against brick for many paces until he was placed before him. The drakken easily outclassed Mathigyle physically in every form, but something about the lich's presence was simply... odd. Mathigyle waved as a T-rex may, if it weren't to eat your face and was actually your best friend. [color=007236]"Uh, hm, yes hello. Welcome. Now then, young student, we must be along now. Time for curfew, classes tomorrow, darkness approaching."[/color] Mathigyle spoke hurriedly for his age, stuttering through his introduction. He waved the drakken forward as the undead slowly adjusted himself to turn around back to the school, white beard dragging alongside grey, tethered robes.