Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Footsteps, uneven yet orderly, came from outside the door, approaching from a distance.
Henry Eric's ears twitched; he crawled up from the desk, rubbed his aching eyes, placed his gold-framed monocle on his nose, and opened the registry in front of him.
Less than a year since graduating from the First University and despite being a registered wizard, his poor grades precluded him from joining renowned hunting teams of the New World or staying on at the university; he ultimately joined the Mage Alliance.
He was then assigned to the Black Prison, becoming a glorious registrar.
Responsible for the registration of visitors and the logging of entries and exits.
He was still on probation.
According to the old-timers in the prison, the job of a registrar was mostly relaxed since apart from the rotational hunting teams, this sunless World rarely received outside visitors.
However, there's always a 'however' to contend with.
