Sylph stood outside of her dormitory room. Her head leaning on her stave. "Life born... Life ended... life brought back... Trampling with what's beyond the veil is one of the filthiest arts I could imagine. Life is sacred, it should not be trifled with." Sylph mumbled to herself as she waved her hand on the door. A series of clicks ensued as the door softly swung open. Sylph walked slowly to the window. Perhaps it was Cadmus' or Zmerr's deed that her room was situated near the sea... It was a beautiful sight especially during the night. Sylph began to sat down as a chair swiftly dashed to her.

The night breeze swept through the windows as Sylph pulled down her hood, her silver hair swaying with the breeze. On nights like this, Sylph would always sing of a tale about a group of gypsies who had helped their neighbors. The song entails the gypsies' journey to Faerhad where the governor plotted against them. The song turns into an elegy for the gypsies who were humiliated and massacred. The elegy ends softly with silent wishes that the gypsies' deaths be avenged.

Without noticing it, a tear had found its way to Sylph's cheeks. The wizard was a bit surprised, but as quickly, she wiped the tear away. Sylph stood up, setting her stave aside in the process. She took off her black hood and robe, replacing it with a white night dress. Sylph looked at the small candle on the counter beside her bed. The wizard uttered a chant as the candle ignited, illuminating the room in a warm glow.

Sylph sat on her bed as she contemplated the things that had happened today... Meeting new people, meeting old faces, and most importantly, being reminded of the reason why she was still in the academy.