Professor Vance spent the remainder of the lecture elaborating on the sheer scale of the upcoming Spring Festival.
He detailed how prominent figures from across the kingdom, royal court advisors, high-ranking military officers, and wealthy guild masters and many more would be wandering the campus grounds, actively scouting for future talent.
"Registration forms for vendor booths, combat exhibitions, and magical displays will be available at the central administrative building immediately after classes conclude today," Vance announced as the final bell began to toll.
"Dismissed."
I slung my heavy leather bag over my shoulder, letting out a quiet, incredibly long-suffering sigh.
What an absolute pain in the ass. A massive, public festival with hundreds of unpredictable variables walking the grounds was the exact opposite of the quiet, low-profile existence I was trying to maintain.
I turned my head to see if Kyle was ready to leave.
