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Chapter 7.3. Long journey.

Archmage Nellisandra sat cross-legged on the floor of her quarters, idly tossing a small mouse toy for Grim to pounce upon with gusto. The black cat’s tail lashed back and forth, as he swatted it away, ears perked forward in playful concentration.

A knock sounded at the door then – startling them both from their game. Nellisandra sighed and rose smoothly to her feet, long hair cascading down over slim shoulders like a curtain of living silk.

– Enter, – she called out, voice clear and commanding despite its youthful lilt.

The door swung open to reveal one of the guild servants bearing an envelope sealed with wax – clearly urgent dispatches from without. He bowed low before presenting it reverently, towards his mistress’ waiting hands.

– Thank you, – Nellisandra said absently, as she took up that letter, turning it over idly between slender fingers. Her eyes scanned briefly across its surface,