The room was much larger than her chambers back in Xathia, and she had made it into more of her space. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with tomes she'd brought with her or confiscated from the library of the Academy, Arcane Spire.
A large table dominated the center of the room, covered in scrolls, quills, and half-written notes.
A magic circle glowed faintly on the floor near the far wall, remnants of whatever experiment she'd been conducting earlier.
Thamoryn stood by the window, her hands clasped behind her back. She turned as he entered, with her blank expression on her face.
"You're late," she said.
"I walked," Aiden replied simply.
Thamoryn studied him for a moment, then gestured to a chair near the table. "We have some work to do."
Aiden sat, and Thamoryn moved to the opposite side of the table, pulling out a scroll and unrolling it.
