Sage Haiden
"You're Patricks brother," Idris said through gritted teeth, ignoring the glares he was getting from all around him.
Oddly enough, even though he clearly looked upset, Nero didn't feel threatened by him at all. That was quite a feat, since for a brief moment, Idris had let his aura as an Arcanist blare.
The veins on his neck suddenly became extremely prominent, which was funny to see because the man was clearly trying his best to keep his face expressionless, and failing miserably.
"Now I'm impressed. I didn't think you'd know his name."
"That brat is the reason we put iron grills outside the hostel windows!" Idris glared at Nero, as if he were somehow to blame as well.
"I find that hard to believe," Nero said, a wide, natural smile suddenly on his face. "At home he was the biggest goody two shoes there was. He never broke a single rule, which got me in even more trouble somehow."