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The Chancellor soon arrived at the room. "Here we are." He said as he opened the door. The Mage's quarters were filled with books, enchanting equipment and even some alchemical ingredients growing out of pots. It seemed certain that the room once belong to another Court Mage. "The room is close to the palace library, so you'll be able to find a copy of any book you might want." He pointed at the window at the far end of the room. "You'll have a good view of the city and the palace gardens through there. When the Aran doesn't request you to perform a specific task, you may stay here and go about your research."

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Coridal nodded, breaking the eye lock that the two brothers had. "I'm leaving." He said as he turned around with Anariel.

However, Varla-Nal grabbed his brother by the shoulder. He was still angry that his younger brother defied him so.

"What are you....?" The Prince asked before he was cut off by a sudden jolt of pain. He nearly fell to his knees.

The Aran used his magic to read into Coridal's mind, to see his brother's inner thoughts. He wanted to know why Coridal was so adamant about this defiance.

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Syrabane was in his full set of armor, looking out the window to the school courtyard below. He had a divine glow about him and he towered over her, because of his height, the room had an unusually tall ceiling.

Young mages were practicing spells below, under the tutelage of one of the teachers.

Without even turning around he knew that Celemaira was there. He knew everything that went on on the island, it was his domain. "You've returned, Celemaira. What news do you have of cult. Were my suspicions correct, was one of my students involved with them?" His voice wasn't muffled by his helmet and it sounded strange. It was like his very voice exuded magical energy. Every fiber of his being was filled with power. He was truly a living god.