In his first year at the society, he had spent much time in Italy with his master; more recently he had lived in New Orleans, in the French Quarter, where his aura of mystery alarmed almost no one. He had even attended high school, but that had been to sniff out some witches who had been professors at the school. But not long ago he had given up his home there, knowing he would never return. At long last, after this one remaining task, his duty and honor would be satisfied. He saw no reason to continue with the society. And although he knew that they wouldn't let him leave without a fight, he was ready to disappear. He had been taught well.