[Suzerain of Sheol]

Kyarr was unsure what to make of the settlement. He'd certainly never seen it before, but assuming the dragon's earlier words were true, and this place was an academy for arcane talent, he could think of only such locale: the Thaumatorium at Sainir, some... four-hundred miles east of the monastery, across the entire length of Xianne and its northern sea.

And yet, imposing as the tower was at this distance, and the sprawling town around it, it hardly looked robust enough to rear the reputed thousands of war-wizards who called it home.

Perhaps something more... provincial. And, one might hope, less full of men who can conjure miles-wide tempests of fire.

Seeing figures gathering and pointing on the roadside ahead, Kyarr addressed his companion. "There are several ways this can go, and most of them don't well for us. Try not to do anything precipitous."