Despite years spent in Kaighal, Veelk had never seen the High Towers up close. Kamira loathed the place, and he had no reason to approach the building on top of the hill. Even if most of the tales of mage killers’ deeds were long forgotten, some overzealous scribe could still recognize him. And as much as he liked to entertain the thought of going against the archmages, he’d rather not be chased away from Kaighal as a murderer.
As he climbed the winding road up the hill overlooking the city, the massive structure looked more and more like a maze built upward by a blind madman, reinforcing Veelk’s views on high mages’ pride that had them cling to the one spot in the city that made their prestige all the more apparent. He had to remind himself that high mages were no more, though he didn’t
