Vesyrn Snow - Shameless

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.