Thirteen
The Capital
Summer 922 MC
His Majesty’s Royal Life Mage, Corvus the Wise, sat at his desk, perusing the tome before him. He cast a glance at the candle flickering beside him, annoyed as it began to dim. With a muttered incantation and a wave of his hand, he produced a globe of light hovering in the air before him. He willed it to move, elevating it so the book could easily be read.
"Much better," he muttered, returning to his studies.
There was a distant knock at the front door, and he briefly registered the voice of his apprentice as the man answered it. Shortly thereafter, a soft tap of his study door interrupted him.
"What is it?" Corvus called out, looking at the entrance in annoyance.
"It is a visitor, Master," replied his apprentice.
"I’ve told you before, Andronicus
