A dull thunderclap rumbled across the heavens omniously as the storm moved slowly off to the west. The rain and sleet drove through sporadically in the fickle winds. Warm yellow beacons of the street lamps burned through the night, offering a brief respite from the cutpurses and other denizins of the alleys. In the distance, flashes of lightning illuminated a tall spire perched near the upper class district, casting faint flickering shadows down upon some …
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…the penical of my acedamia? Delivering parcels to nameless nothings and fetching scrolls from the repository for the treatment of mummy warts. Tasks more befitting of a tavern wench" She tried to choke down the frustration and disgust as she glared back up the stairs, realizing that no matter her feelings on the matter, she still had a task to complete. Only now, a master who was going to be in a very sour mood.