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Roland seemed appeared out of nowhere leaning against a dimly lit section of the east wall; In actuality he had been patiently waiting for the others to arrive for quite some time and chose only then to make himself known.

" I've been released early for being a good boy " He pushed himself off a wall with his back and stepped into the light, anticipating their reactions with a rebellious smirk. Roland, the eldest magician of the team stood among them now looking no older than 25, as if he'd literally climbed out of the dusty old photo album he kept in his room; The results of the magic that almost condemned him. He wore a black men's Hooded Toggle Coat, hood down, a pair of slim fitting black jeans and pair of Nike's. Black as well. He was clearly proud of himself, it was written all over his face, and why shouldn't he be? He made an immense gamble and came out on top because he knew going into it that there was a 90% chance he'd be killed, either he would fail the spell and die or succeed and be put to death by The White Council, yet here he stood.

" I know you've got a million questions so go ahead and ask em' so we can get outta here, we've got a job to do "

He said as he walked to the Lobby's exist with his hands jammed into his coat pockets. Even his posture and diction seemed to have rebooted to exemplified youth now in every way, instead of the straight back and proper speech of the former Roland Ash. He stopped at the door and turned to face his comrades and awaited the potential barrage of questions.