Day 60, Week of Listening, Month of Promises, year 818 A.C.
I spent some time watching the flow of people in the square while thinking about what had happened. I understood why the Guild was considered the nerve center of Nelvarya, and I wanted to learn the rules for joining. Not that I wanted to become a Tramite, but the Chief spoke of them so often that curiosity had taken root in me. I drifted toward the Falren Petal, the House of Measure, I think by instinct. The idea of returning to a laboratory drew me in like a scent.