The days flowed by in their usual measured rhythm. One study was replaced by another, adepts received new knowledge, trying them in practice. On the weekends, they went to the city to take a break from the academic bustle, and then they again poured into their studies.

Last weekend I met with my guardian and told him about my search. Crofton asked me to be careful, because this artifact is a very valuable thing. It is terrible to imagine what kind of hunt will begin for him, if only the wrong people find out about his existence. Now he was with Braind, where he hid it - I did not...