The School of Mutter doesn't seem to have an academic season that Viktor can pinpoint. He's used to summer bringing empty classrooms and halls but even now the school is a little hub of activity, lectures and classes in full swing, scholars dotting the halls.

Today finds Viktor sighing as he leaves one of the classrooms, taking a moment to rest against the nearby wall, his leg acting up a little with the rise of heat and humidity.

The first person who seems to making for the door (perhaps Shen Yuan!) gets a warning, eyes still closed as he leans back against the wall, tapping his cane idly. "Do not bother, the lecturer here keeps going on tangents instead of discussing the matter at hand. You would have better luck in the mess they call the Archives."