No AudioThe air is buzzing with conversation and movement as you weave your way through crowds of people. The corridors are teeming with people, all of which you narrowly avoid on your way to your next class. In a hurry, you turn the corner. The feeling of being knocked back startles you. You look up to see the face of Wiveren staring at you, displeased. The deep blue of his eyes sliced right through you. He waits for you to explain yourself, his eyebrow raised on his tone cold face.
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