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Otis received the tattered dress, taking a few moments to fold it up into a neat bundle before sliding it into one of his many belt-pouches. Amateurish? Who did she think he was? When it came purely to the art of sewing, the Strigidae severely doubted that there were any wannabe heroes within Wingram who could sew even half as well as he could…but it was a shame about not being able to take creative liberties.

He'll have to be a touch more subtle then, with what he would be adding. Would have to take a look around campus for a proper fabrics store as well. Another item on the list, to be sure. His eyes closed. Another few moments spent on engraving that particular thought into his mind.

And when they opened, that amber gaze fell upon Gulliver Bronsteel.

[b]“I know what you are.”[/b]

That was all that needed to be said, before Otis left the clinic. The Attunement Ceremony was beginning, after all, and with it came the faction selection. It would be useful, then, to see where the students fell. It would be [i]important[/i] as well, to see where Valen fell.

His steps picked up in pace.

This ceremony would determine what his tools were, and who his test subjects were.