By this evening my apprentices had fully grasped how to successfully puppet bodies, tomorrow we will move onto actually teaching them how to shape flesh and mold bone. I’m looking forward to seeing what they can do with that.

The orphanage school is now fully built, staffed, stocked, and otherwise prepared to actually be used. Naturally, I had to be there at its grand opening, to present it to the public and to meet all of the staff in charge of running the place. One of those people was an interesting gentleman by the name of Alenour Ferkins. And gentleman really is the best way to describe him, what with his wellgroomed grey hair, his obviously fancy suit, and his older style of speech. His wings and halo definitely added to the impression.

Apparently he has been around for most of recorded history, or at least the stuff that wasn’t recorded by Origin or the Dungeons, turning two hundred and five in this last year, easily the oldest creature that I have ever met, excluding that one Origin. And beyond that he has caused much of it. Apparently he taught one of my father’s teachers, a woman by the name of Velenora, though my father had never met the man himself before today. Which makes sense, as from what I hear he is a world renowned teacher, in much the same way that my father is a famous adventurer. Famous not for what he has done, though he has done quite a bit, but rather for what his students have accomplished, even my father’s achievements are partially attributed to him.

It was weird because my dad, who commonly boasts about his achievements, was incredibly humble while meeting him. That was what really drove in the point that this guy is someone important.

And he has come to my forest to teach. He is one of the bigshots in the scholar’s order, like has the ear of The First Sentient when he wants it bigshot, and can do pretty much whatever he wants.

I could probably go on for a bit longer on just how important he is, but it just boils down to he is very important and he has come to what is probably the equivalent of some backwater town to him in order to teach in my forest. I get that I am making a lot of waves in their order, but I never expected this.

While it was certainly an interesting event, it didn’t take much more than an hour. So I spent the rest of the day helping Azrezel with his current project. We ended up managing to figure out a way to double the amount of pressure the mechanism in the throat can safely hold, effectively doubling both speed and distance of the acid. It was cute, seeing Azrezel get really excited by that.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.