Frian and the others slipped into a seemingly abandoned wing of the academy, the part still scarred and half-ruined from the hunt, left unrepaired and forgotten.
Apparently, the academy had just decided to ignore it. Hardly anyone used this place anyway; only a handful of students ever came near these buildings. Now, though, it looked like this was Frian's base of operations—or whoever he was working with, at least.
"Don't you think this is way too obvious for a meeting spot?"
"Please. The first thing they'll assume is that we're just delinquents sneaking off to smoke or mess around. No one's first thought is going to be 'secret conspiracy.'"
Frian walked up to one of the buildings, its locked doors blocked off by a stack of crates that looked like they'd been thrown together at random.
"Hmph."
He shoved the crates aside, then rapped his knuckles on the door four times. A second later, it swung open. So they'd set it up so no one could just wander in by accident.
