From Madam Baldwin's tailor shop we went directly to the school. A black-clad guard stopped us at the gate. His uniform looked surprisingly modern, like a soldier from around the time World War 1, only neater and with a black cylindrical hat with a tassel on top, similar to the Ottoman hats.
"Excuse me, sir. What is your business at the school?" He asked me politely but firmly.
"I'm here to become a student," I replied.
"Do you have a letter of recommendation?" I shook my head.
"I just came here directly after learning that I had the ability to become a mage."
"Can you display that ability for me?"
