Sterol

"Come in, Cerryl," called Sterol through the white oak door that was not quite closed.

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"That may be," conceded the gray-haired Sterol, his hand touching his trimmed iron gray beard, his red-flecked brown eyes mild.

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"She was with Sterol when he requested that I go."

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Jeslek, Sterol, and Anya had all cautioned him again consorting with a Black.

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Jeslek, thank the light, had been forced to admit he had set a magely task for Cerryl, whether he had so intended or not, and Sterol and the others had agreed that Cerryl was fit to be a full mage.

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At the other end of the front row, almost in front of Cerryl, sat Sterol, quietly watching Jeslek, a cold and ironic smile on his face.

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Sterol did not rise from where he sat at the table, with his back to the open window.

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Abruptly the white-haired and sun-eyed Jeslek strode to the front of the dais beside Sterol.

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Cerryl's eyes caught the flash of red as Anya slipped from her desk and through the pillars to follow Sterol.

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Kinowin had reported such to Sterol, but the High Wizard had done nothing - at least nothing that Kinowin had relayed or that Cerryl had perceived.

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