Magical Academy

Returning down to the beach, Thyra dropped the robe and leaped into the water.
After washing away the sweat and cum from her curvy body, Thyra emerged from the sea, and laid down on a rock, letting the rays of the brightly shining sun dry her.
While waiting for her body to dry up, Thyra masturbated two times, eagerly fingering herself while her other hand went about caressing and fondling her flat stomach, firm legs and her heaving tits.
Licking her fingers clean, Thyra then pulled on the robe and set off down the coastal road running along the beach.
She made good progress, and soon she could a vast city before her, recognizing it as Gordor, probably the biggest city of the southern lands.
They would have a Magical Academy there for sure, and that would be a good place to start, for magic would quite possibly help her regain her memory.
Following the directions that the ogling guards at the gates had given her, Thyra soon stood before the impressive group of buildings that constituted the Academy.
While entering the Academy grounds, Thyra pondered on where to go.
The obvious choice would be the Grand Wizard’s office, where she could receive information on whom to talk to in order to solve her predicament.
But she had learned that Grand Wizards’ had a nasty habit of turning out to be dirty, shrewd old men.
Maybe she should just roam the grounds, looking for someone who would seem capable of helping her.
Either way, what Thyra knew about this southerners was that any help she would receive, would cost her, either in gold, blood or sweat.