What Have You Done, Regin?
(or The Many Worries of an Alchemist Teacher)
Rothen sighed as he worked at his table. His brows were knit tightly as he planned his next lessons.
Why hasn't Dannyl replied yet? What if something had gone wrong? What if—no it'll be disastrous—the High Lord had found out about what Lorlen and I knew? Rothen shook his head.
Just then, there was some hurried knocking on the door.
"May I enter, my Lord?"
"Come in, Tania."
Tania entered and bowed. She seemed slightly breathless.
"My Lord, well, Regin and the other novices have attacked Sonea again."
Rothen sighed once more. What have you done to Sonea, Regin?
