Dean Gibson
They walked through big hallways and arrived in front of an elevator. They took the elevator all the way up to arrive in front of a wooden door with golden door knob and sign with the deans name on it: "Thomas Gibson". The woman knocked on the door and said "Mr. Gibson, Clide Foster is here"
"Please enter" a deep voice responded from inside. The woman stepped aside with a slight bow giving him a sign to enter through the door. Clide took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside. The room had big windows allowing for a nice view on the CBD. The walls were plastered with framed pictures of supposedly the past deans. On one side of the room stood a big wooden desk aswell as three hovering leather chairs in front of it and one big chair behind it. In said chair sat a man from the looks he was in his sixties, quite young considering that today's technology would allow one to live way past a hundred years, that is if you could afford it. He had long brown hair and beard and an imposing stature. His brown eyes focused on Clide. "Take a seat mr. Foster" the dean said. Clide sat down knowing what the dean was about to say. "Your results were phenomenal, I have never come across someone like you," Dean Gibson remarked.
"Thank you sir."
"That doesn't mean mean this is going to be easy for you. Rich and poor have been living apart for so long that it is hard to lead them back together, very few will actually accept you here. You will encounter lots of hardships and opposition," Gibson said in a solemn tone. Clide already knew what the dean was talking about, after all he had already lived through said events. Dean Gibson opened one of his desks drawers taking out a black card with a silver, tree like pattern on it and handed it to Clide with a stern look. Clide immediately recognized the account card he had been using for years. The dean had always been supportive of bringing rich and poor back together. Account cards come in different colours and offer different starter packs, green being the lowest offering nothing for the start. Then there was the blue card offering a decent starter pack with a random weapon and piece of armor of the common grade aswell as 10 copper coins. It is the most commonly bought. His mother had bought him one of these aswell for his start, instead Clide would pass it on to his sister. Next came the red card offering 5 health potions and 5 mana potions and 100 copper coins, followed by the purple card it offered which offered uncommon equipment instead of common once on top of 1 Silver coin one extra stat point. The black Card is the most expensive one, in this school as you could imagine, most people were using said black cards. The black card offered one random rare weapon, one random rare peace of equipment, 5 health potions, 5 mana potions, 10 silver coins and 5 stat points.
"Thank you very much," Clide said taking the card.
"Good luck" dean Gibson said, directing him to the door. Clide stood up performing a quick bow and left the room. The woman from earlier had been waiting for him there. She smiled and said "I will guide you to the welcoming festival". Clide nodded and followed he as they took the elevator back down to the first floor. He took another look at the black before putting it in his pocket as he followed the lady. "Here we are" the lady said with a light bow. They stood in front of a big entry to a large hall. Inside there was a stage aswell as rows of chairs. Lots of students had already gathered here, Clide thanked the lady as he stepped inside.