I'd been so nervous last time I was here that I hadn't noticed all the paintings adorning the walls on either side. One black and white portrait showed a proud-looking student with a dog balancing on its hind legs, and I knew that example would have one hell of a story behind it.
Then I spotted an even older landscape piece with seven people sat around an oval-shaped desk. Four of them were human, one was Ingaran, and one a Faerie, but someone had scratched away the seventh person's likeness instead of simply covering it over.
I stopped to peer closer at it. Why leave the damaged artwork up there? And who was that person? Never mind, that's a question for another time.
