She shivered. The tavern seemed to have got scarily full as she cowered at a table in the corner of its wall. A quick scan told her that this was, on average, a small crowd. Why did she feel so claustrophobic in a place that for countless days had been her home, its outside gardens sheltering her at night? Why did the occupants of this building, who by observation she had got to know rather well, scare her?
She laughed to herself. She knew exactly why she was so afraid. She didn’t want to go to the collegium. It wasn’t her place. Her magic is weak, her education is poor, and why would they be so pedantic about taking her on as an apprentice mage?
Suddenly she heard the Tavern doors swing open in a manner, which couldn’t be mistaken as friendly. Wide-eyed she sunk back behind the shielding table and tried to quieten her breath which she found coming to her rather hard. She felt tears of fear running down her eyes. In an instant of which she was not ready Ellie heard the Bar attendant say loudly "she was just over there at the table by the corner”....