2. Some Lessons Belong in the Classroom

Bow's End Tavern
Dorian bids good night to Greta and then says to Zix. "I best attend to my chores before the wine gets to my head."

Of course, wine does not work that way but such is the way of wine that one does not one realize that it is driving decisions until after you've bungled them. He takes long deep breaths.

After leaving the tavern, he makes his way to Sept and Sabre, a strange forge and metalsmith. Within, he moves a certain set of pewter mugs, adjusting their handles. After that, he makes his way to the alter. There he lights a certain incense and prays to the god of wine.

Having been seen he returns to the treasury in order to review correspondence. Unfortunately, it's too early for any responses to the several letters he sent to his contacts. Still, he has accounts to record and ledgers to balance.

In three meantime, he writes a cryptic note to leave later for the Society.

A quill may be said by one of iron heart to be hollow, yet many forget what should flow within. One finds that they wish to know more.

Satisfied, he folds it and stuffs it in his inside pocket to leave on his floor just inside his door tonight.

The next dayDorian wakes early, the soft glow of dawn barely creeping through his window. As he rises, his foot nearly crushes something on the floor—his own note, but now altered.

The parchment has been carefully unfolded and refolded, but someone has written beneath his original message in a sharp, precise hand:

A quill may be hollow, but the ink remains unseen. We, too, wish to know more. Seek Kiraen. She has the eyes to glimpse what others miss, the silence to move where others stumble. Clues point beneath stone and dust, beneath an abandoned house where the past lingers unseen. Some doors may have been locked for a reason - take care if you wish to lock-pick them.
— S. S. T.

As Dorian picks up the note, something else catches his eye—a small, gleaming object resting beside it. A silver coin.

He lifts it carefully, feeling the cool metal against his fingertips. At first glance, it seems unremarkable, but as he turns it in the dim morning light, the weight feels wrong and a faint shimmer ripples across its surface. A whisper of magic lingers around it, subtle yet undeniable.

Mutatio.

A spell of change, of shifting properties. Was this simply an enchanted coin, or something more? A key, perhaps, disguised in plain sight? The Society rarely dealt in the obvious.

Dorian tucks both the note and the coin safely away. Whatever it was, he would have to test it later. For now, there were other obligations to attend to.

With one last glance at the morning sun rising beyond the window, he straightens his coat and strides out the door.

It was time for class.

Introduction to Magical Theory.

Invent a problem? How about a chair that turns into a monster and is about to eat a student?

I used Illusio to confuse the monster, but that was merely just because I had done it before. A well placed Dominatio spell could have shot down the problem from the very beginning. Or Mutatio to change it back into its furniture shape.
She looks to her follow students. Do you have better problems?