Chapter Two-

Tesloke Arginhane, Headmaster of the Arcane Academy, made the finishing touch to the last spell, and the symbol that he'd carefully carved into the wooden frame of the doorway began to pulse with magical energy. His work done, he stepped into the room to take in the sight of this sanctuary that he'd spent weeks preparing. He wanted it to be perfect for this momentous day. No, he needed it to be perfect.

Grinning broadly, he crossed to the center of the room and lifted one of the smooth bands of silvery metal from where it rested on the base of a stone pedestal, running his fingers along its etching. The metal was light and yet stronger than steel and remained cool to the touch regardless of the temperature of the room. A tremor of excitement ran down his spine in anticipation of what was to come. Placing his delightful creation back on the pedestal, he turned to stride from the room, his long robes billowing about him as he walked.

"Garith!" He called out, too loudly, for his loyal manservant had already fallen into step alongside him.

"Yes, Headmaster?" The old, stooped servant asked respectfully.

"Ready my carriage." The wizard ordered.

"Yes, Headmaster." Garith quickly replied before asking. "For a long or short voyage?"

"A short one." Tesloke answered crisply. "We're going into the city."