Avain’s people had long since made bonds with the Mages. These bonds were predetermined by fate and cannot be undone, nor can bonded betray one another. You gaze at the mark that now formed on your hand. A summoning circle for your bonded that you can pour magic into. You’re the head mage, but you’re only now getting it. You can only now meet your bonded. You know only a name. Avain.