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"I've got a field assignment I'm going out on later today," Yuna said to her roommate Heidi, groaning after she did. "Professor Madoeka is very mellow," said Heidi, "it won't be that bad." "Uuuuuugh, but field assignments are so boring." Heidi just laughed. "You say that about everything. Are...

Yuna had during the course of Zael's story come to sit on the edge of the bed. She sat there, listening, feeling in the end that the most grieveous wound Zael had suffered was nowhere visible on his body. She hated it, seeing him like this. She didn't know much about the Anirian world far to the...

The goatee man, whose name was Quinn, saw the manner in which Zoskir regarded him, he held up a placating hand in a small gesture. "Easy there, soot," he said casually—or, as casually as he could make a pretense of. "This here is just sport. Lugaid's the better man, that's all." Though that...

Yuna couldn't believe it. Gier came and told her and she couldn't believe it. Zael almost died on that mountaintop in the Seret Mountains. And when he left, left to go fight that war of his in Vel Anir, she thought he would die. She thought the last time she would see him had already come and...

Now Yuna, known among several of her peers as a little imp who liberally took whatever threadbare occasion she could to go streaking (and convince others to do the same), was never too shy about where her eyes or her even her hands went. In this case, her eyes. All the knives were scarcely of...

The surface. The underrealm. Now look, Gier was a swell guy, a good friend, but he was an elf who was born and bred in Elbion. She lived in Elbion all her life, one little excursion to the deadly town of Rostok in Epressa notwithstanding. All she really knew was Elbion and Elbionese people, and...

You have no idea. The axles of little machinations started to turn in the back of Yuna's mind upon hearing this. She was as ever a schemer, and getting her hands on some glowvine remained the goal which lurked behind tonight's entertainment. Zoskir looked like a tough customer even at first...

Yuna melted like butter on a hot day when she received compliments. Her perennial curse was always to be caught in another girl's shadow, whoever she happened to be around, her roommate Heidi or her friend Iliana or anyone else. She had to work for what scant attention she did get—it wasn't...

Okay. Good. Okay good. Shugra decided to put herself a little bit more over there and leave Zoskir and Yuna a little bit more over here and that, Yuna had to say, was fine by her lights. If she had more a mind to it, the orc might well have picked her up just like that dock worker did and tossed...

And just like that, her big fat mouth got her into trouble. Again. So with the surly dock worker, so with Shugra the orc. Now what came again, distinctly again, into Yuna's awareness was just how massive Shugra actually stood. She towered over her. If Yuna sat on Zoskir's shoulders she might...

Oh. Oops. Doesn't exist. But that was alright. Yuna could keep a secret. Everyone always trusted Yuna with their secrets. She knew how to keep her mouth shut. And even if she didn't the problem would solve itself, what with this Guild that wasn't a Guild (because it didn't exist, see?) moving...

Follow she did. And would you look at that? Look who it was: Mr. Unhelpful No-fun himself. This time around he was trying to throw his considerable weight at Zoskir. But Zoskir had some choice words for him. Yuna grinned ear-to-ear; yeah, draego, relax. Relax and shut up, munch on that apple...

Why'd she even bother with fiddling with her tie anyway? It's not like she wore it tightly as was the fashion. Her hands were just busy bees, she supposed. Like with her roommate Heidi and her feet—Heidi always had to be tapping her foot or bouncing her heel off the ground. Make that doubly so...

Okay. So. Maybe that was a little bit her fault. She could admit her faults. She didn't think that the dock worker literally meant he was going to throw her out. Who does that? Just picks somebody up and throws them? And worst of all! While she was being a knucklehead, she didn't even ask that...

THE COLLEGE OF ELBION "Women don't make good mages, you know." Yuna sat before Professor Thrumbolt's desk in a chair that had become more and more uncomfortable as the meeting progressed. Inwardly, she was seething—outwardly now too, probably, despite her best efforts. She knew Professor...