Fortunately for Karl, the Elder did not lead him out of the Clan Compound, but instead she led him off into one of the more secluded residential areas, where many of the Clan's Ascended Immortals lived, as Karl could feel the auras exuding from the properties.
She led him into a compound that looked like it was supposed to be an art museum, with paintings and statues everywhere, including places that statues really shouldn't be.
Karl wove his way through the maze of bronze and stone, following the Elder up to the second floor, where he could hear childish voices arguing.
"I am telling you, it's just a bit late. I am going to get my Class before my twelfth birthday." A young girl was insisting.
"You are not. You're defective. We all got ours before ten, you're not getting a class at all." A boy's voice taunted her, clearly older than she was.
So that's what it was. The Elder's children were squabbling, and the youngest was late to awaken her Class.
