Walk to the academy.

The campus is sprawling. It contains multiple buildings with red brick walls, as well as a courtyard with multicoloured flowers following alongside stone pathways spiralling throughout the school grounds. There are a few people strolling throughout, and you assume they must attend this academy by a familiar matching garb they all wear--the one from Eva's dream. The girls are dressed in regal black clothing trimmed with gold. The tops button up at the front over a white undershirt and a red tie. The hooded coat you remember isn't present, though the weather doesn't feel appropriate for such a thing. They do have plaid skirts with thigh-high stockings, fancy shoes, and packs over their backs. As for the boys, they have something similar, but the clothes are cut a little differently, and they have dress pants instead of skirts.

You walk onto the path, and start to follow it throughout the courtyard. Eva could be anywhere. Though if you can find where Lady Sulta resides, you can ask her as the only other person here you probably know. You definitely look as lost as you feel, however. It takes some time to walk through and find a sign around the middle with a map of the academy.

"Excuse me," a voice says from behind, pulling your attention away from the map. It's a confident voice--perhaps too much so. When you turn around to see the source, you see a young man that appears even more regal despite wearing the same uniform as everybody else.

He has short blond hair and smooth skin, and he looks to you with vibrant blue eyes. Golden earrings hang from his ears with shimmering gemstones that match his gaze. "I said excuse me," he repeats himself.

"Uh. What's up?" you reply.

The man rolls his eyes. "Well I never... This is a prestigious academy for the refined intellectual. It isn't for tourists to come and gawk. Kindly leave these grounds before you tarnish its reputation, vagrant."

Oh great. Another one of these. "I'm just looking for somebody. Lady Vazeela Sulta should be over here, right?" you ask, pointing to a spot on the map. "The Grand Master's Office."

"The Acting Grand Master hasn't returned to speak with random vagrants. She has much to do."

"Right. Well, I'm just going to head off. It sounds like you're busy anyway," you say. Then you whisper, "Busy being a dick."

"Did you say something?" you asks quickly.

"No. Of course not."

He brushes his hand back through his hair. "Do you have any idea who you're speaking with? Oh of course you don't. Such disgrace upon the property of Redbloom Academy should be punished. Perhaps such a duty falls to me as a senior here at the school."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I don't threaten. I'm simply giving you an ultimatum. Either leave these grounds, or I'll make you leave myself for the good of the academy. For house Larsith."

"I'm not leaving here without my friend Eva. I need to ask Lady Sulta if she's seen her."

"Stubborn." He raises up his hand. "One last warning. Leave these grounds now, vagrant, or the duty shall indeed fall to me."

Slowly, you lower your hand towards the pummel of your sword. "You're not a guard here. You're just a student."

"Just a student?" He scowls. "****!" Upon shouting this word of power, a sudden wave of energy bursts from his palm. It feels like a strong man is tackling into your body, though there's nothing there to be seen. It launches you backwards right into the flowers aside the path.