Within the chamber stood an older man clad in elegant robes only a high priest could wear. His hair was long, silver colored and tied back for convenience as he stood before a table filled with many things. Tablets and scrolls of magical spells and secrets were organized before him, he seemed to be working on one particular scroll as Asima entered the holy temple.

"You're late" he told her rather simply, an air of irritation to his tone. This was one of the few men who could actually get away with speaking to her as such for he was held in her father's highest regard. "I would assume then you don't need to learn how to create light in this lesson." he turned to face her, his wise blue eyes falling upon her in disappointment, "So go on. Show me." he crossed his arms expectantly.

He was a strict teacher, strict but fair for the most part. High Priest Lakar was one of the best magic users in all of Egypt but Ra forbid if you were late to his classes.