(I'm at work right now, but I'll get a starter up later tonight, hopefully!)
Ares had just been brought to Sortis, the school that no one really knew that much about, and had been given his room number. When he reached the room, his roommate was there. Mazen Raffield greeted him with a smile. "Welcome to Sortis." they said, beaming. They wore a loose silk shirt the crimson of red wine, and dark slacks. Small silver hoops hung from his ears, and their hair was in box braids, hanging loose around their face. "I'm Mazen, you can call me Maze or Mae, whichever floats your boat, and I prefer he or they pronouns. The prophets said to show you around and help you get a handle on the rhythm of things here."
"Uh, hi…" Ares was still in shock that he was even the subject of any prophecy, let alone one so important. He was just a member of a tiny group of nomads, travelers, circus freaks who messed with magic they shouldn't have. He never fit in with that environment, he wasn't "zen" or "collected" enough for them. "I'm Ares. What is this place, anyways?" he asked, looking around as he stepped in the door with his only possession he really cared about-some clothes in a bag, and a necklace carved by his Elder Aunt. She was the only one who understood him, she had a warrior's spirit.
"Sortis?" they blinked at him, sitting down on their bed. The room was visually divided in half; in one half was Mazen's side, which was obviously lived in, and the side that was to become Ares's. Ares' side was clean, the bed made. Maze's bed was unmade, and there were clothes draped across the footboard, papers scattered across their desk, and the top drawer was partially open. "Sortis is a school. The prophets are going to help train you up and prepare you for your prophecy. We'll have a few classes in common, but I've got different things that I've got to focus on than you do. You've got to focus on defeating Kaedum and all that stuff." he said, looking over at Ares. "Also maybe we should work on your personal grooming, you seem a little…greasy."
"Y'think I haven't heard that one before?" Ares raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, that was harsh. But yeah, I uh… don't really know what I'm supposed to be here for, so I'm a little put off by the whole situation." the stone chamber of his new room seemed strange, to him at least. Ares was used to sleeping under open sky, or in tents that let in a nice breeze during the summer months and froze his balls off the rest of the year unless he was right by the fire.
There was a metal fireplace in one area of the room, with a fire crackling inside of it and filling the room with warmth. There was a kettle sitting beside it, though it obviously was not in use right now, and a small stack of chopped wood was on the other side. "Quite alright." Maze waved a hand. "Didn't they tell you your prophecy? Or did they only tell you the basics of it?" Maze himself had never heard Ares' prophecy personally. No one but the prophets had, as far as he knew.