Gereed Omtehelp was not the earliest riser in the morning, nor the most congenial until he'd had the opportunity to get some tea.  This morning he thanked the gods of his people that he had friends among the enchanters, for the little device that brewed a cup of herbal tea near his bedside in the morning.  The aroma of the tea leaves releasing their flavor and caffeine into the hot water was, in his opinion, one of the best ways in the world to awaken from sleep.  The only better way to wake was with the warm embrace of a well rested and playful lover.<br/><br/>The Hex Crafter and Apprentice Healer had just finished dressing and was about to head down from his dormitory tower, to the cafeteria, when he heard the familiar tapping of a beak at his window.  Upon opening the glass a large raven, resplendent in some of the blackest feathers Gereed knew of, presented a leg for which it was obvious that Gereed was to remove a bit of parchment with a message.<br/><br/>Upon examining the small note, he said to the bird, "Well done, Raaf.  Now, away with you so I may close the window."  The messenger seemed satisfied and so departed.<br/><br/>'Masters''  The apostrophe after the 's'.  Plural.  Likely<u>ALL</u>nine of Isunia's teaching Masters of Magic.<br/><br/><i>'Well, Gereed,' </i>the healer said to himself<i>, 'with all of the rumors flying about, and some of them possibly being true, it looks like you've been drafted.'  </i><br/><br/>Breakfast would have to wait until after he'd answered the summons.<i>'Mayhap one of the Masters will have the decency to have tea and pastries, or at least bread, on hand....' </i>wished Gereed.<br/><br/>He soon arrived at 'Administration' and was shown to the waiting room, just outside the Masters' Council Room.