The group were still engrossed in the book when they heard a rustle below the window. They jumped up and looked down on the courtyard. A strange figure was making their way towards the study. They took up their blades and made their way back into the hall.
There was a rumbling sound and then a loud blast.
"They've triggered a trap," Michael surmised. "They'll be lucky if they make it out alive."
The three turned the corner. The edge of the wall was scorched black. An androgynous figure appeared from the smoke. They had the palest skin and silvery-white hair. Yet they were young and beautiful. It wasn't clear what gender they were from their appearance. They spoke in a clear and haunting voice.
"Forgive me for startling you all," The figure held up their hands in surrender. Their pinkish eyes met with the rest of the group. "My name is Clover. I am a friend of the Cirillian wizard."
