Male Blyleth

Blyleth looked around his classroom at the attentive students. It was a seminar later in the evening and the group was small, but some of his favorite, (and most alluring), students, and even another professor, were there to hear him speak about magic and leadership.

The clock finally struck 8pm and the attendees all stood up to leave, but Blyleth had decided who he wanted to stay behind for some special tutoring and called out the them over the sounds of chairs moving, bags papers rustling, and footsteps.