Magical Progress Marches On
“Humph!” Professor Bloodwort scoffed, leaning on his cane and glaring around the almost empty lecture theatre. “Young mages these days have no dedication.”
“Humph!” Professor Bloodwort scoffed, leaning on his cane and glaring around the almost empty lecture theatre. “Young mages these days have no dedication.”
“For the last time, no, you can’t have a ROCKET chair!” “But moooom…”
“Just give me a moment…” Jacob’s fingers flew over the touchscreen, unerringly skimming the docking form with the ease of practice. “Aha, I believe I’ve found the problem…”
Dr Madini stepped into the… well, the esteemed Council of Chronoseers would likely take umbrage at this slick professional space being referred to as a “petitioning chamber”...
The first thing I notice on entering the inner temple, the Tomb of Linara, is the hush. As if the distant revelry does not dare intrude into this place of sorrow.