As the young Wizards of Absolution were happily chatting in the hall.
In the private room on the second floor of the Wandering Bar, there were two older wizards that the young wizards were familiar with, having a casual conversation. One of them was, of course, the owner of the Wandering Bar, the Wandering Wizard; the other was their Magic Script class professor, Mr. Montreia.
"Your actions are somewhat deviated from the plan,"
The Wandering Wizard, as usual, stayed behind his small bar counter, focusing on crafting his Time of Flowing Gold, his voice not loud, but enough to fill the small private room: "The test subjects are out of control, the laboratories exposed... in just six months, the number of your labs sealed by the school has surpassed that of the past decade... Your Ravens haven't been expelled from the school because of these incidents, don't know if that's lucky or unfortunate."
