As the three of them walked towards the west gate and poor Captain Casus carefully tailed them, the door of the old carriage opened and the golden-eyed young man looked with undisguised disinterest at the place he had emerged onto.
"Young Master." The thin old man said in a respectful manner, still stiff and unperturbed as ever. "We have arrived."
The young man looked at him with a slight smile to his lips. "Thank you, Vitorio." He nodded as a guard in a ceremonial battledress, much like Casus' approached them.
"Sir, welcome to Academy City. May I ask for your acceptance letter?" The welcome and request coming from him in a polite-yet-warning tone. Not anyone could enter Academy City.
The young man calmly handed him an envelope which contents the guard carefully scrutinized. "You may pass, Young Master Brassram." He announced as he gave the envelope back, his tone friendlier. "You may find the Mecamagical Department on District 4."
The young man nodded. "Thank you, guardsman." Then turned to the old man. "Let's head there, Vitorio." He said as he went back into the carriage. "As you will." The old man answered. Mere moments later, the old vehicle unsteadily hovered into town.
It didn't take long before the three Young Masters arrived at the scene. "Wasn't he supposed to be here? I doubt Casus lied to us..." The purple-sash wearing twin wondered aloud.
The very same guardsman who had attended Young Master Brassram and Vitorio approached them. "How may I help you, students?" He cordially referred to them by the only title they could legally bear while inside the Academy City.
The three of them queried the guard for the Brassram's carriage, and they were answered about his whereabouts. They looked at each other in surprise. 'The Nerd Den? What's he going there for?' They wondered.
As the three of them readied to brave by foot the distance towards where the carriage had stopped, half a city away, the Young Master of House Brassram stepped out of it.
In front of him, a rather odd building greeted his wry smile with a metallic marked absence of luster, and even some rust. It was a discordant sight, a steel-like cube covered in vines that stood out among the tidy, ornate whitestone buildings that made most of the interior of Academy City. Not even the Blacksmiths' College projected such industrial aura.
Around the weird cube, which was awkwardly placed like a giant had dropped it by accident, a very well-cared-for garden showed nature's emerald splendor, as if to spite the old and rusted silvery sheen of the intruder-like structure.
After taking it in for a while, the young Brassram sighed, slumping his shoulders, and decided to step forward into the unknown. Or he would have, if a familiar set of voices hadn't yelled away his intent.
"COUSINNNN!" The Three Young Masters screamed their lungs out as they ran like madmen towards him in gleeful laughter. A fourth figure could be seen in the distance pretending it wasn't trying to catch up to them.
Like so, Auros Brassram met with his cousins Mark Copperhawk and Louis and Daniel Bronzeboar.
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