While usually Graeme was a heavy sleeper, he was awoken by the quiet knock on his dorm door. His tired eyes struggled to let the right amount of light in, dazzling him for a few seconds after he sat up in his bed. The crust was rubbed from his eyes and he was greeted with the not-so-familiar interior of his room. Sparsely decorated save the mural scroll that he brought to the Academy, the room appeared as if it had never been slept in. In reality, Graeme was simply very tidy.

The knock sounded again. Having no time to change from his white woollen shirt and plain shorts, he grabbed his mask from the bedside counter and strapped it to his face. It was custom for any follower of Rylai to conceal their face in public. Unfortunately, very few practised this sacrament now. 

His feet felt unsteady as he walked to his door a feet away. The floorboards were cool but slightly uneven. It still beat trekking for miles in seeming wilderness. For that at least, he was glad. Graeme turned the handle, and heard the slight squeak of the door as it stressed its hinges, revealing a person he'd never seen before.