The young mage absently skewered another piece of yellow harofish, mopping up some sauce before swallowing it down with barely a second chew. As he surveyed the room, he re-assessed the full power of this awesome guild through newly trained eyes. Milandell didn’t have a huge guildhall like the big cities. Yet, even here sat a small army of the smartest and most respectable people in the world, not to mention the most powerful social class.

Toward the entrance were the initiates dressed in basic white robes. They were younger students, who had just entered the guild and had yet to be accepted even as true trainees. They numbered almost three hundred today, with a tutor at the head of each table.