{Raven}
Lord Cassian's routine was predictable.
Morning lectures at a part of the Academy Raven hadn't seen, afternoons in various libraries, evenings meeting with scholars over tea and increasingly animated discussions about ancient magical artifacts. The man had seemingly endless energy for talking about dead civilizations and their enchanted pottery.
Raven followed, watched, and evaluated.
[Exit points. Three doors, two windows. One leads to a servant corridor, compromised sightlines. Two windows open to a courtyard, exposure but fast escape. Main door most likely entry point for threats.]
Isabella would call this boring. Melisa would try to engage with the scholarly discussions in hopes of figuring out some way to get stronger. Armia would stand at attention and pretend to care.
Raven, however, analyzed security vulnerabilities and cataloged potential threats.
It was comfortable work, to be honest. Familiar.
