I had plenty of time to listen to the various characters in my mind arguing about the course of action I should take as we walked through the halls of the building. There really was no easy way out of this now that the Magus was here and paying attention.

While we went I got to see a number of windows, the bright light that flowed through them made me feel just a bit ill if I got too close to it, though seemed to do nothing other than weaken me. They also gave me a good view of the city outside. From what I could see is was fairly big, with buildings stacked one on top of the other. We were on a hill of some kind from what I could tell and this place seemed to be at the very top of it, standing well above the other buildings. There was also a stone wall surrounding the whole place, outside of which was nothing for quite some distance, like everything had been stripped bare for the area around.

Kale and Shana were coming along with us, presumably as witnesses. Shana seemed nice enough, but Kale. Every time I looked at him all I could feel was painful want, I wanted him, I wanted his blood like nothing else. It didn't even seem to be just the smell, just something about him was driving me up the wall. I'd have to figure that out later, for now though I tried to avoid looking in his direction, if for nothing else than to keep my head.

When we finally got to the door to the courtyard I hesitated. As the sunlight spilled over me it was like a physical blow. I could feel it leeching out my strength, and nearly stumbled from the loss. A quick look inside myself showed my status, beside each of my stats was another number, half, rounded down. At the bottom I reread the important bit.

Light weakness- Light spells deal an extra 20% damage to you. Under direct sunlight your Stats are halved.

Ugh, walking to wherever this Lawspeaker was was going to be an absolute nightmare. As I was thinking that all I wanted to do was curl up and sleep Shana looked over.

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"Are you completely sure about the healer? You look terribly sick."

The Magus joined her in looking at me. "Really miss... the aftereffects of that spell might be doing something to you..."

"I'm quite alright. If we could continue on I'm sure it will be fine." I tried to smile and keep my chin up, readjusting my posture so that my back was straight and everything was very formal.

I had no idea what a noble was supposed to be like, but I supposed that if I just behaved in a way that seemed upright and formal that would be best. I tried to measure my steps as we went to the gate.

Two guards were there, big burly men in some basic armor, mail hauberks over gambeson with a green tabard as a cover. It had symbols on it but I didn't recognize them at all. They greeted us and we began to walk down the street. I was having a hard time with focus and everything else, but if I had to guess I would say they seemed leery of us, particularly of the magus.

The school was mostly stone with heavy decoration, but as we got into the city I saw some very different buildings. Most were two or three stories, with a small bit of stone forming a sort of foundation and wood framing with white insides forming the rest. I wasn't sure exactly how it was made, but it seemed to be of lower quality than the pure stonework.

Soon enough though we found ourselves at another pure stone building. This one was rather plain and severe in its construction, looming over the surroundings like a judge. If I'd needed to actually breathe I would have sighed in relief as we came inside. Just being out of that hateful light was such a relief.

We were led over to an office. The double doors were large and thick. Inside was a room covered in books. On each wall were shelves, as well as additional stacks here and there in an almost haphazard formation. The floors were stone and inlaid with a number of what I recognized as spell circles of some form. In front of us was a desk, at which sat an ancient man bent over a book.

"Greetings," he said, his voice creaking with age. "What brings you here today."

"There has been a magical accident Lawspeaker. We seek your wise judgement as to the disposition." Magus Victor spoke with thick formality.

"A not uncommon occurrence. I shall speak to each involved privately. Let us start with whoever would be the victim." At his words the other three bowed and moved out of the room.

The old man looked at me and for a second I thought his eyes flashed gold. His long hair may have only existed in small patches, but the look he had told me he was not an enemy I wanted to make. I felt shivers going up and town my spine as he gazed at me and it felt like he could see everything.

"I know what you are. Sit, and tell me how things came to be." He motioned to a nearby chair, which I quickly made my way to.