<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0J5kxdl.jpg?1)</div><strong><em>Week Four</em></strong><br/><br/>In an unusual step, the Headmistress herself pens a statement that is circulated in the Hexville Gazette.<br/><br/><em>No revolution is worth the price of knowledge.<br/><br/>Burn effigies if it gives you a juvenile sense of catharsis. Burn the sage if it helps you center. Burn the fiery passion within yourself by all means. Melt your metals in the forges, singe your chemicals in the alembics, burn your food if you so desire, but leave the written word in peace!<br/><br/>You all know of what I speak. A book was destroyed this week. A vile tome? An evil grimorie? A malignant curse? Perhaps. But knowledge is a tool like any other. You would never destroy all screwdrivers simply because one was used to make a construct that went haywire. It gives me peace to know that at least a few of the brave Aspirants that wish control of Hexville understand this. <br/><br/>To those involved in this I tell you - a place of learning is not a house for book burners. I know some of you have given shelter and aid to these anarchists. I tell you their time is running out. <br/><br/>Expect action, and soon.<br/><br/>- Headmistress Bey - </em>