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Wild thoughts ran through Istra Lejeune's mind as she lay defeated on the floor. That she had chosen the wrong time and place. That she had underestimated her target. That she had not only failed her mission but also that this may well be her last night on Arethil. The Grand Council had been...

The Chamber of Lessat. A small, underground ruin in the foothills of the Seret Mountains. Though hundreds of years old, unremarkable for the most part--already explored and catalogued by the College. Yet Istra was here now, having come back after deciphering some old texts and piecing together...

"Class dismissed," Istra said. "Enjoy your lunch." Her students stood up from their desks in the small classroom in the College. A small classroom for a small class: only eight of them, down from eleven. Alteration was one of the less popular subjects at the College, for it was far less direct...