Indeed. 'Tis one of the highest granted, by the most vaunted enclave of scholarly knowledge in the realm. One earns his mark for exceptional contributions to, and mastery of, his particular field of expertise. Not a bad showing for a former street urchin of no particular account.

[But Ryn leans closer, and his irises slide to the corners of his eyes to watch the approach, and he angles his chin just so to open up the column of his neck to the scrutiny, almost like an invitation to look further. Or mayhap to touch.]

How strange to think that two spirits of such vastly different origins would share so similar a taste. ...Let me have a drink out of yours. The mana-infused wine.