Asmary had become an unsafe place in the past year. Sorcerers were becoming bolder as they grew in numbers. Royal blood had been shed for the first time in a century since the Asmary Studium Generale had been established. Everyone was on edge and campus was on lockdown during the week, no one new in and no one new out. Everyone was allowed out on weekends, but only in their three (or four) person squads.
Dreshza walked through the halls of the Studium in her night gown. The cold concrete numbed the soles of her feet. She couldn’t sleep knowing everyone was on high alert. She stopped by the royal dormitories and peeked into her charges room, it was too dark to tell if she was asleep. She closed the door silently and continued her stroll into the female living quarters. An open space with lounge chairs and couches, tables for eating or studying. There is a wall along the right side with various books with spells and incantations and a fireplace for the winter.
When she walked in the fireplace was lit. She immediately walked over to it plopping down in front of it. She wiggled and curled her toes as they warmed up. Tilting her head back she closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.