The academy lodging in Aurevane was a four-story building near one of the inner districts, close enough to the Conclave grounds that the streets outside already smelled faintly of herbs, hot metal, expensive perfume and things Trafalgar would rather not breathe in without knowing their names.
The building itself was clearly not meant for ordinary travelers.
Pale stone walls, wide windows, polished railings, mana lamps shaped like crystal flowers, and a front hall where the staff greeted Selara as if she had personally threatened the budget office into submission. Which, knowing her, was not impossible.
Selara walked in first with the confidence of someone spending academy money and feeling absolutely no shame about it.
The students followed.
Most of them reacted at once.
