The old elf, or man, added a log to the fire and slowly sat back down again. He was still at 184 Haven, the international headquarters of Interesting Investigations but times had changed. The staff had all gone now of course. He had to stoke his own fire, prepare the ink for his memoirs he had laid out on the investigation table. There were no clues there anymore. Things were quiet. Time to write.He had started out in Hlint one wizard in a group of spell casters, not the Hlint of today where a few over dressed halberdiers strut about reminiscing about the great raid at Orc's drift, no Hlint back in the old days, Rhizome the druid, like some sort of town fixture would stand ttalking trees, encouraging adventurers to tred carefully. Ozy of course would be there as often as not soaking up stories, retelling them in his own inimitable style, one part truth, two parts heroic and three parts embellished. With the housing market what it was adventurers rented at the Inn and when four spell casters, wizards and sorcerers got together seeking a uniform clothing the only available robes were coarse drab black necromancer robes, and they were rather long for the adventure. He never did find out why they were available for purchase but it was a start. There was no Academy of course in those days, four spell casters was a fine addition to any party but a little fragile on their own.They were a veritable powerhouse of spells - something new even in Hlint weak in defence and duration but a violent rage of deadly spells expelled in a few seconds. The Council was born, or would have been but for the intervention of a sending from.. Brualot pauses his writing and chuckles at the memory and adds the words...someone suitably displeased. It seemed a more important council existed already, and it would not prove useful to be confused. So a circle it was, a circle of deadly spell casters and their identifying robes or dresses as some Dwarves insisted on calling them! What did they know - all axe and beard.Times were tough, trues were hard earned, and investigating was still a thing of dreams then. First a solid reputation was needed and spell casters were in plentiful supply if not in such large circles. But there was vast numbers of undead hordes to be slain before the business of investigating could be finally established.He put aside his thoughts and his ink and took to the fire again with a glance at the door which was still firmly shut.