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Mikasa hovered her hand over the doorway to the undercroft. She always felt a sort of nervous sense of joy whenever she went for these magic lessons.

Magic, as you know, has now been outlawed for 3 years inside the empire. Cheydinhal was one of the last cities in Cyrodiil where magic could be practiced without the guards batting an eyelid. This was mostly due to the huge Dunmeri population inside the city. The Count took Morrowind, High Rock and Summersets stance on magic an believes it should continue to be practiced.

Mikasa was the only one interested in getting lessons these days. Everyone else was too scared. Which was fine. It's natural to be scared of dying.

She took a deep sigh and pushed open the door. Her heart was pounding.

Mikasa walked into the undercroft. It had changed a lot since she started coming here. Practice dummies were set up for her to practice on, and there was a group of rats that allowed her to test out her paralysis.

"Evening!" She said to the head priest who was her tutor.

"Ah Mikasa! You're early!" The old man smiled at her with kind eyes.

"You know me." She laughed. "Always eager to learn."

The Breton looked around sighed. The Altmer was nowhere to be seen.

Prob'ly in his room.