Bait and trap

Daphne and Avrak came together to the dinning area, his arm around her back while she laughed softly at his latest joke. Their rivalry was well known and many turned a surprised look in their direction, but only one shot them a look of Anger. Vrill, another abjurer, a gawky fellow with an unusual amount of tattoos on his exposed skin and with a penchant to flaunt his lineage to anyone who cared to listen. Daphne didn't remember any particular incident she had with him to inspire his jealousy, she gave the discreet signal to Avrak and the two went to find a seat.

Flirting with the evoker came more easily than she expected, and all the attention the two of them were getting only served to spice it. As was the prerogative of the older students, they found a sitting space closer to one of the walls, so she had an easy view when Vrill slipped the contents of a tiny vial to their soup as it was brought to them.

"Poison is a woman's weapon" You said in a higher tone, making the would be assassin freeze on his tracks. "But is it because they are craven, or because others are just too clumsy to use the tool properly, Vrill?" And as one the room turned to him, whispers could be heard here and there.

The dryad could see the indecision on his face, fight or flee, his hands trembled so bad the empty container slipped from his grasp and hit the ground. noisily, "Run away, stupid, or I will roast your bones and serve them to the gnolls tomorrow" And he did just that, only not for long, for the dryad raised her wand and recited the trigger word, a green arrow shot across the room and hit him between his shoulder blades.

He screamed in pain as acid burned his flesh. She seemed to be the only one willing to move in the aftermath of the attack, reactions ranged from fear among the younger students to amusement by the couple of teachers present. "Elf bitch" Vrill muttered as the pain began to subside and he saw her dainty feet standing next to her. She pointed the wand again, and this time the screams of pain were his final words.

Daphne was told to meet the master abjurer after dinner, she expected to be reproached for killing an asset like a fellow mage, but instead she heard "I just received this letter from her omnipotence Lallara Mediocros, you are being accepted in the order of abjurers and as a full member of the Red Wizards" the dryad felt elated, even if it was very likely that this letter had been, in fact, been sitting on his desk for a few weeks now. "You will receive your standing orders in the morning, until then, congratulations."