Kael
The next morning, someone called me Cedric before I had finished fastening my coat.
I answered.
Then I stood with one button between my fingers, annoyed by how much that small thing had become a question.
"Your attendance copy," Ren said from the doorway.
"On the desk, please."
He put it in the clear space beside my books.
The medical folder was closed.
I had moved it there myself, which meant I couldn't reasonably blame the room for reminding me.
Ren checked the ordinary work list.
"The household clerk also sent this. They want the short account for the tournament introduction returned before the next dispatch."
"What sort of account?"
"The sort which makes a person sound better in fewer words."
"An efficient trade."
He handed me the page.
Most of it was harmless. Current academy standing. Confirmed cultivation rank. The events for which my registration remained under review.
