Soren made his way back to the dormitories, his thoughts still circling around the Sunken Sanctuary, when a familiar voice cut through his mind.
"Soren. Come to the infirmary. Now."
Lyssandra's voice, calm as always, yet carrying that particular edge that made ignoring her impossible.
He stopped mid-step, brows furrowing.
'What does she want this time?'
The last time she called him in like this, he ended up strapped to a table getting prodded with needles for "research purposes." The woman was brilliant, terrifyingly so, but her definition of medical care leaned closer to mad science than anything resembling normal treatment.
Still, ignoring her summons rarely ended well. He sighed and changed direction, heading toward the infirmary instead of his room.
