Inric is walked down wide corridors by a pair of attentive guards. Statues and paintings line the walls, and plush carpets the floor, and the ceilings, which arch high overhead, are finely carved and painted. The guards stop at a pair of large double doors and knock. "Magister Den Arvon?" "Yes?" "The museum thief, Magister." The doors open. "Thank you," says Magister Den Arvon. "Leave us." Inric walks inside the room and stops, surveying the Elect in front of him as the doors whisper shut behind. Hetherys Den Arvon is dressed in a rich gown with embroidery edging neck and sleeves. He is considerably taller than any of the other adults Inric has met, although he is still shorter than Inric himself. He appears young, as much as Inric can judge these things. Most obviously, and impressively, his branched horns reach out and up from his head, further than his arms can reach. Which explains the doors.