Chapter 78 - A wizard’s prospects
A woman sat by her lonesome behind an ornate, black wooden desk, peering down at an array of thick, text-laden papers. Bookshelves lined the room, lit up by the enchanted candles that hung from bronze chains connecting to the ceiling. Clothed in a long, white dress that reached the floor, the woman had sharp features and tanned skin, along with smooth black hair that fell to her lower back. A focused look was drawn upon her face as she jotted down notes in a book beside her, occasionally referencing the texts in front of her.
A knock sounded out from the door. “Master Docent? Are you preoccupied?” a youthful voice asked.
Adalicia Mendenhall looked up from her work, a slight frown on her brow. “I was, until just a moment ago,” she said. “And I would have liked to be for some time further. But it’s too late now. Was there something you wanted?”
“I’m sorry, Master Docent. I was asked to go see you,” the voice answered.
Adalicia sat up in her seat and placed her pen on the desk before moving some of her hair back over her shoulder. “It’s alright. Come in.”
The door opened and a short man with glasses entered. He wore robes of a clear blue, with hints of gold lining the edges.
Adalicia eyed him. If she was remembering correctly, he was Proctor Mage Fiske. One of the younger mages that had joined on the expedition, and not someone she had any special business with.
“What was this about?” she asked.
“Master Docent Berkeley sent me. He said there was an important letter sent to you from the mainland.”
Was that all?
“…Could you not have reported this to me via message?”
The young man shook his head. “We tried. But there was no response.”