The morning came slower than expected. He hadn't slept half as well as he'd hoped. Too many conflicting thoughts turning over in his head. He didn't need the sleep, necromancy saw to that, but he wanted it.
He yearned for the rest from his thoughts and welcomed dreams of a better world.
Yet, for all his unrest, he got up early. He had something to do today that, strangely, felt more daunting than sneaking into the academy or navigating guild politics.
Teaching.
The last time Kai had taught anyone outside of his own Arcane Crucible team, it had been a pair of nervous recruits from his guild in the Knights of Elora. One couldn't macro their keys for the life of them, and the other kept forgetting the controls for certain actions every time they logged in.
He found Graham in the estate's main salon, already sipping dark tea and reading a scroll, eyes flitting left to right at a blistering pace. The man was always alert, sharp in a way that suggested he never truly relaxed.
