Escaping the School...

During the short span of time they waited, Christine, the chief chef of the academy, moved with a speed that bordered on the supernatural. Her hands were a blur as she whipped together ingredients and prepared multiple dishes in rapid succession. In mere moments, plates of steaming food were placed before them, each meal expertly crafted as if she had been working on them for hours. Her efficiency left the group in awe, but there was little time to enjoy the food.

Garmond kept up light conversation as they ate, though his mind was far from the cafeteria. His thoughts spun in a whirlwind, each idea branching into countless possibilities, each scenario weighed against the potential risks. The food on his plate was nothing more than a distraction, something to keep his hands busy while his brain worked through the problem at hand.