[h1][center][color=#a3183b]Wvysen Myranne[/color][/center][/h1]

	Place: Perrence Student Dorms, Academy at large

	Wvysen raised an eyebrow as she opened the letter informing her of the new student groups, then stretched, shaking her head. Ah well, she didn't really mind what group she was in. More importantly to her were the events of last night, which she was... not terribly up to date on. For many others, last night had been wild, whether one had been active in the partying and procession (which she had graciously turned down in favor of her studies), or... even more oddly, the three bloody assassination attempts that had gone on, apparently. Even holed up in her dorm like she had been, word spread like wildfire. With a sigh and a shrug, she shifted to put on her daily attire, aiming to go on her morning walk. Back in Arsica, she typically went jogging in the morning, but she noticed that gave her a few more odd looks here, and she preferred to kick up as few waves as possible here.

	Walking around, there were a few things she noticed. A few details were clearer than others, but others... definitely weren't. The open areas around the academy seemed to have averaged out into a normal amount of activity, with no doubt a few people busy sleeping off hangovers from the previous nights party, and a few people out and about with the freedom of the day. With her Pocket Wvytch in her pocket, and meandering around the place, there were plenty of rumors ablaze in the academy. Three assassination attempts. Varying degrees of success, and with enough shifting points of view, Wvysen couldn't really get an accurate feel for the details, beyond merely who the targets were. All figures of importance, which wasn't too surprising.

	While Wvysen so dearly wanted to just ignore the matter, that... probably wasn't the wisest idea. Three assassinations in the recent area, all on very important people, the same night of a triumphant party... there wasn't enough luck in the world for that to merely be a coincidence. For now, though, the information wasn't reliable enough for her to get much intel. Some people claimed to have personally been there to fight off the assassins, of course, but she knew better than to take that seriously (as did the friends of those claiming, usually). One assassination was successful, one almost was, but she didn't hear much about the third. Without the proper intel to make any decisions herself... Wvysen shook her head, deciding that her goal for the day would instead be to find those in her next group. First, Dorothea...