When Arissa entered her office, she found a hologram waiting for her – a woman of average height who wore some kind of purple body armour, her face hidden behind some sort of mesh. “Headmistress,” the stranger said.
Standing in the doorway in crimson robes with gold accents, her mouth twisted in displeasure, Arissa cautiously approached the apparition. “This had better be good,” she said in a tone that she usually reserved for her most troublesome students.
She had been in the middle of a meeting with several faculty members when a call from Jeral Dusep himself had forced her to excuse herself. What the Prime Council of Leyria wanted with her, she couldn’t say. Truth be told, it bothered her that Dusep even knew of her existence. But he had taken the time to call himself, and one didn’t
