Professor Galahad clapped his hands together sharply, the sound echoing through the vast classroom like a bell. The glowing letters of his name in the air shimmered for a few seconds more before fading into dust-like motes of light.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat, his deep voice carrying easily through the hall. "Alright, it is time for us to begin our mage journey class."
The air shifted. Quills lifted, parchment slid into place, and the gentle scraping of chairs softened as every student leaned forward, their attention caught. A hush fell, broken only by the faint crackle of magical energy in the air, the walls humming faintly with enchanted lamp light and crystals that illuminated the chamber.
Professor Galahad clasped his hands behind his back and paced across the polished stone floor, his long robe trailing just slightly. His eyes swept over the eager faces before him. "Now then… do you know of the legendary Archane Wand—sometimes called the Archane Staff?"
