The first time Orion met Set, he didn’t think much of the man. He was helpful and even hinted at a few interesting concepts, using a different approach than most others in the Sanctum. But when it came to mysterious old people, he wasn’t exactly above the average. Not when all it took was looking out a window to find a witch capable of turning people into stone with just a word. The most interesting thing about him, if Nick were honest, was that he was a man—and not just that, but an old man. That wasn’t to say that other males of that age didn’t exist in the Sanctum, but they were quite rare and usually kept to their private lives. They were those who had chosen to forgo any trace of personal career and achievements to stay with their loved ones, and in a world where power was measured in cold numbers, that was a substantial burden. So, Orion had become curious. At first, he wanted to know whether Set was someone he should be watching out for—one of the many people under Morliana’s influence who kept tabs on him. But over the years, he realized that Set never strayed from the library, specifically the first floor. Someone with his knowledge and age should have been allowed to access the second floor, despite being a man, yet he never wandered up. Nor did he ever seem to be anywhere but the library. Orion wouldn’t say he was particularly social, but even he had more of a life than Set did.