High General Rathen sat calmly in a large office. Bearded cheek resting on one hand, he stared at the countless screens sprawled across the opposite wall. Cadets from the four houses wandered into their respective fortresses.
The silence lingered for several seconds, finger idly tapping the armrest, until the door opened and a man stepped in.
He was tall, clad in a dark military uniform. On his left chest was an iron plate bearing a single dark vertical spear. A lieutenant. He struck a fist against his chest in salute.
"High General."
"Losk. What happened?"
"The southern gate mechanism was somehow tampered with. We suspect foul play. We're trying to get to the bottom of it."
"Find anything?"
"Nothing."
The next tap sent cracks racing across the armrest. The air turned noticeably colder.
