"Sometime between the order of Annulment and our arrival at Andoral's reach a group of mages destroyed them. And with all the Circles dissolved- with the war at a fever pitch? Hunting us was less important than containing us. Not everyone made it out. Many of my peers didn't." Her mentors, her friends. She'd been lucky. Her eyes slip from their entwined hands to Korrin's eyes, her own sheening with tears unshed. "I had spent the past few years insisting on expanding our instructional courses to focus on magic outside of combat. Insisted we wouldn't need it- there wasn't a war, there wasn't a blight. We were in a time of peace; why make soldiers when we could make architects, or doctors, or artists? I left my students woefully unprepared."