The bright sun shined in through the windows, revealing a lovely spring day taking place outside in Nydds, but Fresea paid it little mind as she briskly walked down a hallway in the upper floors of Chantry College. She pulled a key from her pocket and began to open a sturdy oak door before realizing it was already unlocked and then simply proceeded inside.

Inside the office she entered, Fresea found a man already seated behind a desk writing on some parchment.

"Master Von Kleinwerth," Fresea said, "I thought you were still in a meeting with the Masters."

Ciermont smiled very briefly, as he looked up at the newcomer, "One should never underestimate the minds and deliberations of the Masters of Chantry College, Scholar Fresea."

At these words Fresea broke into a wide smile, "Then the meeting went well? They approved your proposal?"

"The meeting went as expected," Ciermont answered and continued writing on the parchment in front of him.

"I do not understand. You do not seem upset, and the matter was most important to you," Fresea said.

Ciermont remained silent as he continued to write for several minutes, before placing his quill back in its inkpot. Glancing over the parchment a moment, he looked up at Fresea, "Decorum is important. Speaking ill of a Master of Chantry College is improper, and does not change any aspect of this situation."

Fresea stood there a moment, uncertainty plain on her face.

"When the outcome is expected and planned for it is not an obstacle, Scholar," Ciermont continued, "Now then, did you take care of those matters I asked of you?"

"Yes, Master Von Kleinwerth. The carriage will be here in two hours."

Ciermont nodded his head, while he folded up the parchment and sealed it with wax. "Please deliver this with my compliments to Professor Shaedrik. And please thank her again for teaching my classes for this term."

"Was there anything else you needed?" Fresea asked as she took the letter.

"Please let the valets know to take the two trunks over there," Ciermont said as he gestured towards the trunks sitting against the outer wall, then turned his attention to several folios filled with vellum and a leather bound grimoire sitting on his desk. "Thank you, Fresea."

Fresea offered a brief nod of her head and then hurried out of the office. Ciermont took care gathering up the folios, each with a word written in a careful hand upon it - Ta'Illistim, Maelshyve, and Research Grants. Each was placed into one of the trunks and secured away. With a nod he picked up his grimoire and walked out of the office.

"I do hope the Baronies are as pleasant as Nydds is in the spring."


Since you turned the table on me
I've been steady learning lonely
As this world keeps spinning
Everywhere from Maelshyve to Illistim
Slowly planning my revival
With this three foot stack of vellum
Since you made me walk out of here
I've been having a write year