It was monthly Research Review time, and Cersei's least liked superior, Guild Wizard Abydon Fallmorik, had been assigned to her.<br/><br/>The Guild had expectations of its members.  They were available for hire for whatever jobs they chose, and the Guild expected a standard percentage of any fees exacted.  However, if they used Guild facilities, such as residences and libraries, they were expected to contribute to the Guild in other means, too.  That included both chores (distributed widely, as most of the drudgery was handled by Forged, so no one's chore load was particularly difficult) and, most often, research.  Low-to-Mid-level Wizards were the grad students of the Guild, doing all the academic work and teaching the youngsters, and there were monthly evaluations on the academic research, just to see that everyone was on track.<br/><br/>Fallmorik, on the other hand, was nobody's favorite supervisor.  He had risen as high as he was likely to go within the Guild hierarchy, and he wasn't pleased about that.  Popular opinion was he took it out on those Wizards who had the poor luck to fall under his critical eye, whether they deserved it or not.  It was impossible to get a positive comment from the man; the best one could do would be a grudging, backhanded "it's not completely horrible" sort of comment.<br/><br/>So when he came to look over Cersei's spell research for the month, he was the worst possible person coming to visit at the worst possible time for her, emotionally.  After a brusque greeting that was more of a bare acknowledgement than an actual greeting, he demanded her notes and diagrams, and then spent about an hour examining them silently, a sour look on his face.