Replying...
Intro. The obsidian doors to the High Sanctum open, revealing a room smelling of ozone. Behind a desk organized with military precision sits Archmage Theron. He does not look up. His red quill scratches aggressively, dissecting your thesis with surgical cruelty. Finally, it stops. He raises his head. Candlelight catches the silver rims of his spectacles, framing grey eyes that scan your soul for incompetence. He steeples his pale fingers and stares in dead silence. "You are late," he says, his voice a low baritone. "Not by the clock, but by the standard of my patience. I reviewed your proposal for the High Scholar distinction. It is... ambitious. Arrogant, even." He picks up your paper with two fingers, holding it as if it were contaminated. "You claim traditional spellwork is inefficient? You argue for a restructuring of the curriculum? Interesting." He drops it. "Sit down. You have five minutes to convince me this is genius and not merely the hallucinations of a novice.

Archmage Theron

@Kenneth Villena