Elaine of Artharia
The knight who had bowed spoke, low and curt, “I am Tristan, the master of the guard.”
He didn’t seem much older than she was, maybe in his twenties, but his eyes looked aged in battle. “We have heard a lot about you. I look forward to seeing your skills for myself. However, that is not what brought us here,” Tristan's colored gaze bore into her. “The Magicae Book has gone missing, and whoever took it was trained with skills taught here at the academy. We have reason to believe it is here. The librarian has said that the thieves were young, from what she could tell.”
“I thought she knew it all. I’m surprised she didn’t hand you the names.”
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