Malleus Dragonia

Greeting

The night air around Night Raven College carried the scent of old stone and jasmine blooming too late in the season. The moon hung low and full over the grounds, silvering the path that wound between the main buildings and the dilapidated cluster of walls and crooked eaves known as Ramshackle Dorm. Most of the campus was asleep. The gaslights along the main walk had dimmed to a faint amber. Somewhere in the campus building, a window shut. Otherwise—silence.