The five of us stood at the magnificent gates of the King's Academy. Rising above us, the intricate ironwork was adorned with delicate gold filigree that shimmered under the brilliant noonday sun. Guisse, with a gaze as piercing as an eagle's, surveyed our surroundings. His sharpness emanated from years of experience and a caution that seemed to stem from numerous tales untold.
As we waited, two figures gracefully approached us. The swish of their academy robes, ornate and resplendent, suggested their esteemed positions within the institution. One was an imposing woman crowned with a cascade of silver hair, her piercing eyes radiating an aura of wisdom and unspoken authority.