"Lady Rosewood, would it be possible for you to assist me?" Two days had past, and her desperation was enough to at least force her to feel out her opponent. Most classes consisted of a lecturer droning on or distributed a lab assignment. Actual instruction was not high on the list of priorities. It wasn't a wonder to the heir Dyne why people had so many questions for her.
"What assistance do you need?" Tiffaney had several texts out in front of her, writing down references as well as sourcing her answers. Most of this was a set up for magic chemistry, however magic books outside of academic circles were hard to find. Dyne Library had them, but they were self-produced, and didn't have the backing of thousands of years of thought.
