Aenwyn was already awaiting at the docks. She began skipping stones, waiting for the others to arrive. Her ascension to a scholar was rather recent. She spent four years training to become one; all for the sake of accessing the hidden library. She remembered the day she stepped into its ancient hallways. It was a sight she could never forget. In addition to her duties in maintaining the library, she also greedily devoured its contents. In just 1 year, she had learned so much more about the continents and its inhabitants. However, magic was her passion and though there were tomes that dealt with it, many were things she had already known. The books she wanted her hands on were sealed away and its location was not disclosed to her which was understandable though irritating.

On the bright side of things, she was called out here to meet with other agents for a mission. A successful mission be the first step in solidfying her position and earning the trust of her superiors. She looked at the green skies above. Those glowing ribbons of arcane light was a phenomena rarely seen in this world before the war and many superstitious stories were attributed to their appearance. Yet now they appeared every night in this island. No doubt the new energies from the other world played a crucial part in this.

She could feel the subtle but significant changes in mana around her as the energies of her world intermingled with the new but she could not quite grasp it firmly in her palms. There was something perplexing about mana that she could not describe. For an experienced mage as herself, it only intensified her curiosity and desire to wield it. 

As she grew bored with skipping stones, there was little else to do but to wait. She conjured an owl familiar to fly around the docks and see if there was anyone who was walking towards the direction of the rendezvous point.