Stationed within the dean's office, attended by Professor Foltest and Professor Sotvain, each on either side of the Arch Mage Gundyr, the highest power in Blood Haven, I could barely manage a smile.
Professor Gundyr, for all his prowess and cultivation, looked old. Far older than I'd heard. He was very gaunt, like a man who hadn't eaten in months. Beneath his chin bore a great beard of silver to match his head, stretching down to his chest.
"Vesyrn Snow," He began, softly lifting a piece of parchment that I could only assume was about me in some way. "You've put Blood Haven and me in quite a spot."
"Have I?"
The two professors on his shoulders, already dark expression, turned to venom. But I ignored it.
"Vesyrn," said Gundyr gently. "The bodies are still rising. Still—"
I stopped him, "Do forgive the interruption, but can you explain what I've actually done?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" snapped Professor Sotvain.