"We can try again after evening classes," Adam answered, exasperation lacing his words. He pondered briefly before adding, his eyes ablaze with determination, "Let's skip classes. We need to find Vikram and ask him to contact Shepard."
Julius nodded, his heart overjoyed to follow the suggestion. Despite his indifference towards the boring magic classes, he found consolation in the complex tapestry of history and geopolitics, enjoying every opportunity to broaden his horizons. If not for his big brother, he would only attend to those.
As he ran to the cafeteria, cutting the wind like an arrow and astonishing the students he passed by, Adam pondered the persuasive argument he could employ to sway Shepard.
The man was already an arcanist, leagues above the other teachers. Offering him a way to become an adept would be insufficient.
