Amberine stormed down the hall, her thoughts racing as she fumed about the lecture she had just attended. The professor had spent the entire class praising Draven—again. It seemed like every lecture these days somehow found a way to turn into a tribute to the great and mighty Professor Draven. The dungeonification, the restoration of the Magic Tower University, the queen's favor—it was all Draven this and Draven that. Amberine's temper flared as the professor had gone on about how difficult it must have been to fulfill Her Majesty's wish to save the university from certain ruin. He had even called it "a feat only someone of Draven's caliber could achieve."
"Of course, only Draven," Amberine muttered under her breath as she stomped down the corridor, her fiery red hair bouncing with each step. "Only the great, perfect Draven could do it. It's not like anyone else matters."
