The sea of wizards looked on expectantly as Vey took to the platform.
He was dressed in silver-coloured robes and had the heavy mithril chain of his office strung about his neck, making him look slightly uncomfortable. Thordric stood to the side, wearing the cloak Lizzie had given him, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Even so, some of the wizards in the front row kept stealing glances at him.
He hoped they didn’t recognise him from their time down at the station, for he had gone to a lot of trouble growing his hair down to his shoulders. He’d wanted a small goatee too, but his mother had argued with him for almost two hours over it, saying it made him look far too old, so he’d given up just to make her calm down.
He drew his attention back to Vey, who had already begun his spe
