The Book of Mirth (TK)
It had been a long day for Kara Brightwood. Between the time she'd spent hand-to-hand sparring with summoned opponents, tightening her grouping with her Pyromancy spells, and taking care of her staff, she'd barely found the time to deliver that thing Professor Frostbeard had given her early in the morning- and even then, she still had some reading to do about some arcane egghead from history or another. But regardless, it was finally over, and with any luck she could get some hard-earned shuteye- or so she hoped as she prepared to do just that. Sadly, it was not to be; just as she'd gotten changed, there was a knock at the door.
"Go figure," she sighed to herself.
She unlocked her door and stepped out in the closest to a sleeveless white shirt and grey sweatpants that arcane tailors could approximate, looking left and right down the hall, seeing no one. Since the nature of the bigger-on-the-inside Ardeaglais Arcanus meant the hall stretche