Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150816180208/@comment-5583506-20150821151917

There wasn't much to find on the first floor of Carmiro's house, but it was clear that whoever lived there wasn't happy with the condition he was living in. The whole place looked as if someone had let loose a wild animal to wreck havoc. A elderly painting hanging on a nearby wall depicted a handsome Imperial with silvery brown hair, undoubtedly a picture of the deformed alchemist himself. It had claw marks all over it.

"Well, she wasn't that hard to read", said Anhjari and snickered.

After walking for about twenty minutes they found themselves standing before the massive iron gate of the Crimson Academy. With an iron fence boxing in the courtyard and the massive gardens.

"Here we are", she said, looking at the empty gatehouse. "Seems like it's too early for them to accept newcomers."