โ Scribed by Cronshaw, Jon
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
The pale wyvern flew on ahead, leading Kat up a flight of stairs and past a row of plain doors, lantern light spreading shadows in all directions. It landed before the last door on the right, turned the handle and peeked inside. "There is space in here. I presume you will not mind sharing."
"That is fine. I am just grateful to be here." She squinted into the gloom, the smell of wet wool and oil tickling her nose.
The wyvern lit a beeswax candle perched on the end of a workbench, candlelight glinting on gears and hoses, bottles of coloured liquids lining the shelves above.
Leaning over the workbench, she glanced out of the window overlooking the central courtyard. Her gaze drifted across piles of clothes, stacks of paper, sacks and boxes, and turned back to the wyvern. "Are you sure this is right? This room is awfully full."
He pointed towards a bunk with a wing. "Trainees can pursue whatever projects they choose in their own time and space."
"Where do I sleep?"
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