The London Sanctuary reflected its name, and she would be able to feel the wards as she stepped onto the grounds.
They were peaceful, covered in greenery and flowers, and white-robed scholars passed her in groups, chatting lightly to each other. Others herded gaggles of children in varying ages, some of which watched her with the brazen curiosity only the young could have.
Still others tended the plants, harvesting or encouraging others to grow, whispers of magic twining through the air like vines. It tickled gently against her skin. Simple, clean.
The main building of the ancient complex looked something like an echo of a Chantry, with many hallways branching off into wings that held classrooms, libraries, and workplaces.
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They were peaceful, covered in greenery and flowers, and white-robed scholars passed her in groups, chatting lightly to each other. Others herded gaggles of children in varying ages, some of which watched her with the brazen curiosity only the young could have.
Still others tended the plants, harvesting or encouraging others to grow, whispers of magic twining through the air like vines. It tickled gently against her skin. Simple, clean.
The main building of the ancient complex looked something like an echo of a Chantry, with many hallways branching off into wings that held classrooms, libraries, and workplaces.
Kell did not come immediately.