Lindarion and the lady locked eyes.
"…"
Silence. Uncomfortable, awkward silence.
For Lindarion, it was borderline unbearable.
"Well, I'll take my leave then."
He gave a small nod, and the lady did too—her expression still trembling slightly as she watched him disappear from the tent.
'What kind of monster did you bring here…?'
Her thoughts drifted to Thalorin and the shattered crystal. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Ever.
—
Lindarion stepped out of the tent at a slow pace. Strangely, he didn't hear any murmuring or gossip. Most of the students stood tensely outside their respective tents, waiting for their turn.
'This is going to take a while.'
He shook his head and made his way back to the podium, where a few future students had already gathered.
The moment he arrived, a few glances turned toward him… then, just as quickly, they averted their gazes.
'Not many of us.'
