“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Said a raspy voice coming from behind Lith’s back.

“I’m Lith from Lutia, coming from the White Griffon academy on Her Majesty’s service.” Lith appeared to be calm, but he was actually seething with anger. He had expected for someone to come and identify him, not to be treated like a criminal.

“Really?” The voice sneered. “Then why are you dressed like a farmer? Since when the White Griffon has stooped so low that they can’t even afford uniforms anymore?”

For a moment, Lith was tempted to break the ropes with brute strength, and then pull their guts through their mouths.

– “Stay calm, you idiot. This isn’t your village or the academy. In the outside world you are a nobody, and you will be treated as such.” –   “My uniform got heavily damaged.” He replied calmly. “What’s left of it is on my shoulder. Headmaster Linjos should have already contacted your supervisor.”

Someone searched him, while another hand picked the rag that was his uniform. Being on his finger, Solus could see one of the three robed magicians cast a spell. It made Lith and the uniform emit a light glow at the same time.

The mages looked at each other, nodding, before letting Lith stand up.