Felix Caelus

It's Felix, if anyone, who will notice the strange magic first. Clinging about Jim's neck where his cloak is fastened sits an ornate wooden brooch in the shape of the Imperial emblem, it's angular dragon design embedded in a lighter wood with silver rays and detailing against the darker back. But the flavor of magic hovering around it is Asgardian seidr rather than Nirnish magicka. BY all accounts it looks like something that belongs of this word but looks can be quite deceiving.

There may be a trace of the Breton knights' accents in Jim's own as they were his most boisterous study partners whenever he wasn't talking with Stratos or Felix but the quick way he speaks is all thanks to Jim's own upbringing. And funnily enough, neither of them look or smell like they've spent a day travelling hard.

Though some of Jim's nerves ease visibly when he spies a familiar face in Felix's Uncle. His smile is easier and a bit less formal though he won't notice it in himself.

"I appreciate the hospitality. As pretty as the weather outside looks, I'm glad for a warm fire and friends to spend the afternoon with." He lets Felix help him with his cloak and waits for him before following Father Caelus and Felix's Uncle further inside. He's seen these carefully carved doorways before. The rugs and knick-knacks settled on every shelf. It feels tidier in here now than when he was last here, but then, this time Terentius had time to plan for his guests' arrivals.

"I'd wager Felix is happy to be home after all our time stomping about the forests around Solitude, for certain."