Irene's next pathway took her to the infirmary, where Siverly and Stanley sat in chairs on either side of a small table. The building wasn't even close to completed yet, but the mages liked to have a place they could call their own that wasn't inside the Duke's Tower, where people could bother them at any moment.
She thought it was a bit ironic considering the practice yard was loud and the stables were used multiple times a day. However, she wasn't going to ruin their illusion of peace. They did so much for the knighthood already.
As she made it through the doorway, she gently knocked on the wooden threshold.
The two mages were arguing over things beyond her understanding, and she liked to think she had a better understanding of them than quite a few other knights in her order. They only stopped when there was an interruption.
"Forgive me for intruding," she began.
