The six archmages sat further away, behind a symbolic partition rail that was enforced by respect and concern for one’s personal wellbeing, if not by the strength of the rail itself. There were few facts given to students about them, but all sorts of rumors abounded. All one really needed to know, however, was that large groups of technomages were feared and humbled by even a single one.

Rendel seemed to sense his awe. “I can’t believe we’ll soon be technomagesâ€? he said. Even when brimming with excitement, Rendel was not one to exclaim things for all to hear.

Koth had been picking at his food without any real interest, desperate to say something, and immediately seized the small opportunity to make his presence felt. “Soon? Sure. `Technomage Adept Rendel’. Right.”

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