The rotunda feels alive the moment you step inside. Sunlight spills through the high arches, glinting off motes of dust that drift like slow sparks. A faint scent of fresh leaves hangs in the air, and somewhere unseen, water trickles softly. The Earth Fae, Kemetu stands near the center, calm and steady, his mossy green hair catching the light as though it is ready for warmer weather. His smile holds warmth.

Kemetu: So you survived the Shadow Index. Most lose a bit of courage in that place.

Visitor: It takes more than a few whispering shelves to scare me.

Kemetu: Good. You’ll fit right in here. So what is Second Theory of the Chaos Lore called?

Kemetu: You got the answer right!

Visitor: Does this mean I’ve earned your help?

Kemetu: It does. You've shown how serious you are about attending the academy. Secrets of Shapeshifting, Volume III. Try not to drop it in a cauldron or something equally dramatic.

Visitor: I’ll guard it with my life.

Kemetu: Good. I’d hate to see a promising mind wasted.

Visitor: You flatter easily for someone who tests strangers.

Kemetu: Only the interesting ones.

Visitor: Then I suppose I’ll see you again.

Kemetu: You’d better. I don’t like being forgotten.

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