[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Power?" he repeated in a murmur, taken somewhat aback by the casual way the dragon had spoken of it. Some kind of haven for weavers of the Wyrd? A coven of warlocks? He regretted again the loss of his sword, for all the good it would do him against three dozen mystics frying him with conjured lightning.

He had been imagining a hamlet of peasants leading small lives, perhaps superstitious and distrustful of strangers. This... had the sound of something else entirely. Skeye had always dealt with arcane matters; Kyarr had no idea what to expect from these magi, or even what they all might be doing here, gathered together in a seeming remote region of wilderness.

[Gallagher]

Lindche lead his newfound human companion straight through the forest until the trees parted before a stone road, winding around a hill and toward the human gathering. Though there wasn't a soul in sight along the road, the sounds of life grew more prominent the closer they came. The human nests were tall and enclosed, made of wood and stone and quite unlike anything that he was familiar with. Rising up above the others in the center of it all was one that looked entirely of stone.

This is where the human-young said it had lived, after leaving its first nest. He had been near the gathering before, but the humans that followed the road always chased him back into the trees. He hoped that his human wouldn't decide to do the same.

[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."