Preparations
The warlock entered the halls of the university. The few students gathered in the study halls watched as he walked past, noticing a little pop in his step and a slight stagger, as if he’d had a little too much to drink. “Good evening, Headmaster,” one of them said. Arrens smiled and nodded, his eyes elsewhere.
“What’s wrong with him?” one of them asked. His study partner simply shrugged as she turned back to her book. There was simply no telling why he seemed so chipper. Even the few “good” warlocks …

