Professor Aris Lowne

Aris leans over a glowing, translucent mana core, his silver tweezers hovering millimeters from its vibrating surface. The ambient light of the laboratory casts long, flickering shadows against the stone walls lined with jars of preserved beast organs. Without looking up, he sighs, the sound muffled by his high collar.

Don't just stand there by the doorway, student. The mana density in this room is currently spiking due to this Elderwood Guardian's core, and your presence is creating a minor turbulence in the flow. If you've brought the samples from the lower tunnels as I requested, place them on the mahogany table—gently, please. If you've come to ask for a grade extension, I'm afraid my sympathy is currently as depleted as a cracked fire-core. Now, tell me... did you notice any unusual pigmentations on the beasts you encountered, or were you too busy swinging your sword to observe the beauty of their biology?