A new chapter in my life turned every admissions. Keeping my tuition high was a chore though because i knew all the answers given time.
With money in my pocket i was free to be a student and an artificer. I kept up an appearance of trying new things and showing off to Kilvin, but secretly i had accumulated quite a nice collection of art. My first secret project was a ring with a seige stone, so i could presumably throw an opponent with a touch. My second a helmet attuned to the sun that i could switch to high or low beam just like my sympathy lamp. Then through sheer curiosity i found runes can be sown in to clothing. i made them twice tough, waterproof with a sixteen sided carefully etched bloodless in the center. That bloodless would have cost fifty talents, it weighed less than five pounds, and took hundreds of hours of artificing. I also found a rune made for beds that i put in my shoes.
I kept practicing the ketan, keeping my mind in spinning leaf, delighting in the name of the wind. In the underthing i practiced, in pitch black i practiced. Soon i felt the name of stone, like the Adem in stillness, a world without music. It was heartbreaking but i knew it now and it doesnt change like the wind. I had to incorporate my art and sympathy in to the ketan. Blinded by my headlamp, arrow knocked away, spring in my step, gram, Caesura in hand, seige stone in the other and enough sympathy for any three of my collegues, I was armed.
I still hadn't found anything on the chandrain in the archives but i became close with Puppet. He finally admitted to being present during all the filing wars, and later that he was one of the Amyr. He was the one that opened my eyes to the cruelty of the worlds generations. Chancellor Hemme and Branduer had been subverrted to the future king. Puppet was only doing for the greater good, his superiors thought common knowledge shouldnt include hard facts about the chandrain. If discussion was overheard by the Seven the university would be burned, again. So I kept quiet about them too. Puppet also helped understanding Valaritas and a moonless night.
Once all my art died i showed Kilvin the chest that would get me my guilder. The chest looked like wood but was carefully mixed with every metal, every stone, and with a majority of rowan wood. built with three locks, one of which was lockless, without hinges, it was my pride and joy. Sitting no higher than two feet, it weighed more than three hundred pounds. the interior was the hardest part. even though it was only a couple feet high, censura stood in it with room to spare. it had triple the amount of space than a normal chest. Master Kilvin thought it a great waste of time and effort, but it had one feature no artificer had thought of. It could record song and voice. My voice, my song, like the gram it was specifically attuned to me. It seemed like it could hold more sound than i could come up with. So i spent thousands of hours playing to an audience of one box. only opened would it play, and once opened light would pour out to the accompiment of music.
Master Kilvin agreed this work of art should make me el'the. so with subtlety the masters made a guilder attuned to me and i rose in the ranks again. by eighteen i was the youngest to graduate.