Part 1

Xolarand carefully opened the dungeon door, and stepped over the various moaning bodies of the punished. Xellma was turning out to be quite the catch when it came to torture, but he wasn't sure why she wanted to see him in the middle of a torture session.

Xellma waved at him as she finished tying up and gagging a screaming elf, and gestured for them to sit.

"So you wanted to see me?" Xolarand asked, getting right to the point.

"Yes. I'm going to be leaving for awhile." Xellma answered, as she idly stabbed the doll serving as her chair with a dagger.

"Leaving?" Xolarand asked, surprised.

"I discovered that Rebecca really was the only creation mage to figure out creation magic and that won't do at all." Xellma explained, handing Xolarand a dagger. "Go on then, it's good fun."

"Oh I suppose." Xolarand chuckled, stabbing the doll he was sitting on as well. "So where are you going?"

"I'm going to The University."

Xolarand laughed heartily when she said this. "Do they even know yet?"