ᴀʀᴇɴᴅᴇʟʟᴇ ᴀᴋᴀᴅᴇᴍɪ ᴀᴠ ᴍᴀɢɪ ➸ advanced roleplay discussion

Crumbling walls. Deteriorating furniture. Desolate patches of natural light streaming through dusty stained class. The smell of death and decay. This is my home, Matthew Arentsen thought miserably.

Okay, so maybe he didn't realize exactly what he was signing up for when he became a teacher here. But it wasn't like he hadn't experienced it before when he was a student (although he had forgotten about the smell). And it wasn't like he regretted his decision, but he didn't. But sometimes, when everyone had left class and he was left alone in a decaying castle room? He allowed himself to mope a little bit.

Really, they ought to be doing something about their current living conditions. It was certainly not good for the help, and really — they had the magical capabilities to fix the place up at least a little. Lord above, Matthew himself could control jord. And the castle was made of stone. Surely they could do something.

"Oh, yes, everything is quite alright," he said, because really, here was nothing he could do on the matter. It was safety first, and right now this was the safest place for them. Right now the main concern was the students and their survival — as it had been when Matthew himself had been a student — and that had to be his main priority. "Although," he added, because while Fatima was there, why not? Their safety precautions could never come too early. "I've been thinking — perhaps some more movements toward reinforcing the building should be taken. If we were to be attacked tomorrow... the building could not protect us to its fullest potential."