Brin was pounced on immediately. Anabet, a [Student of Magic], said, “Hail, Lord Mistaken. We were all so terribly worried for thee.”“Not all,” muttered Guoncal.“Aye, all of us!” argued Gyromia the [Gravity Mage]. “What ails thee, and how may we lend thee aid?”“Ailing? How could anything ail me when surrounded by such excellent company?” Brin asked. “But I suppose… I suppose I could say that this morning was somewhat fraught, with the way that some of our classmates… well, you know.”Gyormia nodded, eyes suddenly watering.Brin felt a little bad, but there was nothing to do but press on. “I would never question the wisdom of the Master of Magic, of course I wouldn’t. But were they really infiltrators? And if they were, why not capture and question them? I… I still hear that ghastly shriek. Perhaps I should sit.”“Yes, come, and let us take our repose!”Brin let himself be guided to the park bench that Vitor had broken and then sat down. He was immediately trapped with Gyronia on one side and Annabet on the other. Sancha smoothed her skirts and then sat on the ground in front of him, and three other girls followed suit, while another draped herself across the back of the bench behind him.“It was cruel. Truly, most cruel!” said Gyromia. “And I would say that to his face, an I dared.”Bia projected at him again. “Even after what Vitor did this morning, why is it that out of the two of you, I think you’re the one who’s the enemy of all women?”He didn’t think that was quite fair. Several of the gentlemen surrounded him as well, though they were probably just following the ladies.Also, he didn’t know how Bia was doing that. High level ventriloquism? It was such a dumb idea, but he honestly thought that might be it. He answered in Silent Voice. “Is that jealousy I detect?”She gave a shocked laugh, which turned a few heads because she seemed to be laughing at nothing.Brin shook (...)