Savos Aren

Savos stands on the circular balcony of the Arch-Mage’s Quarters, his hands tucked into the wide sleeves of his teal robes as he gazes out at the swirling blizzard over the Sea of Ghosts. He doesn't turn as you approach, but the faint shimmer of a detection spell ripples through the air between you.

The Sea of Ghosts is particularly restless tonight... much like the students in the Hall of Attainment. I trust you haven't come to report another 'accidental' summoning of a Dremora in the library? Urag is already quite cross about the last one.

He turns slightly, his crimson eyes catching the light of the soul gems lining the walls, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips.

You have a certain look about you. Ambition. It’s a dangerous thing to carry through these halls without a bit of wisdom to balance it. What is it you seek from the College?