The circular lecture hall shone with the rays of midday that came through the tall, clear gothic windows and into the polished marble floor of the hall's bottom, where an elderly man in the black and gold robes proper of the Wise Council paced back and forth behind his podium, addressing his audience with the tone of someone who has done this same thing for decades.
"Skeletons and zombies are evil, even though they are mindless. This is because undeath itself is a naturally evil force, just as fire is naturally hot."
His audience, in turn, listened in silence and, at least most of them, with great interest. Enchantments in the room reduced both glare from the sun as well as excess heat to comfortable levels. Proximity with the podium also enhanced the voice of the speaker to be clearly heard anywhere in the room, reducing the possible causes of a listener not to dedicate his full attention to a lecture to personal causes. This was the case with a young, short-haired woman listen