"Hail unto thee, unlikely Champion!
If I may inquire; to which school do you belong?
Your technique is most impressive and dynamic;
I've never seen anything quite like it in all my years."

"Hail unto thee, Philosopher-King.
Indeed you may inquire!
I belong to no school:
I belong to each and every
however much any
would chose to have me,
and I, it."

"Wise beyond your years, I see.
I've got something to show you.
A book from a distant land. I think you'll dig it."

We turned and walked down the torch-lit vaulted hallway of the King's palace toward the Archives. The King hummed some resemblance of a melody as we descended a rather long spiral staircase.

A distant sound of glass shattering broke the monotony of the decent. We looked at each other and I could see his dark face grow pale.

"The marauders.. I knew this would happen sooner or later. Come, Champion. We must ensure the Queen's safety! Make haste!"