After filling his empty stomach, Ruvian went straight to the academy's library. He did not spend much time at lunch with his circle of acquaintances.
He only ate enough to stop the hunger and left soon after.
The main reason was simple. He did not wish to remain seated there listening to Griffer's constant and meaningless chatter.
Ruvian had neither the patience nor the interest to entertain it any longer than necessary.
So the moment his meal was finished, he excused himself without delay and made his way toward the quieter halls of the library.
The library sat near the east wing of Velthia Academy, a monolithic structure of polished white stone and tall glass panes.
From a distance, it seemed to radiate invitations. Anyone could walk in. Anyone could use it. That was the promise printed on the Academy's brochures, at least.
