Imperial capital, Etheric Square.
Ravenna, engrossed in her book on the bench, was perusing a hefty tome. The ancient text embossed in gold on the spine testified to the book's considerable worth.
However, as she read, her brows gradually furrowed, and a deepening expression of disdain surfaced on her usually indifferent face.
"Why must some equate antiquity with truth?" she murmured indifferently, a young sorceress of some repute, yet controversial in academic circles.
She set the book aside.
"... Such trash requires a significant allocation of resources to access at the Etheric Academy."
She scoffed, then from the inner pocket of her long coat, she pulled out… a stack of letters.
Ravenna began to read these letters, and in no time, the perennial iceberg on her face began to melt at a visible pace.
