III
Myrin was like nothing I’d ever seen. A handful of miles outside of the city, the barren landscape turned to sand- a desert. Ordehl was beautiful in its own right, but very different from the green, lush environment of Rhoryn. The city of Myrin was made up of its university, housing, as well as a strip of shops and traders. It was only a touch busier than Maura at its peaks, but the people spoke many different languages, and the culture was rich.
Fortunately with my previous letters to the head of the university, along with Lord Radcliff’s letter of recommendation and my entrance fee, becoming a student was easier than I’d expected. I rented a small room right on the outskirts of the school and found work almost immediately in the only tavern in Myrin.
Classes were difficult and rig
