Orino sighed.  "Yes, he was awful.  But we don't have enough qualified examiners.  It's a dilemma; we have to have a job for every wizard, we have to utilize every person, and... he's got good instincts.  He can sniff out the junk, it's just he can't admit when there's something worthwhile, either."  Orino sighed.  "In a way, it's been kind of a test.  If you can put up with Fallmorik, you can put up with any amount of suspicion and hate the unmagical might heap upon you.  Before now, it's been a difficult but useful test.  But clearly, we'll have to modify our approach."  He pauses, looking at her appraisingly.  "I appreciate that you were provoked, that you were pushed.  But you were the one who chose to respond the way you did.  And it got out of hand, accidentally, yes.  But it was still your choice.  I don't think you get to escape that, Carnivale."<br/><br/>He sighed, and rubbed a hand across his face.  "All right.  You're getting out right now.  Your sword has been put in your room, with the rest of your belongings.  You are free to make the preparations you need.  Select your friends, and get ready.  Two days from now, you should be on the road, or you'll be telling me why you're still here."  He gestured to the guard, then looked back into her eyes.  "Good luck."