There was a desk, and a set of stairs that lead down into a larger room. Tirent carefully crept down, keeping an eye out for any other guards.
The lower room was massive, stretching much wider and deeper than the outside building would have suggested. There was a fortress underneath the facility, the place was huge, doors and cells lining the walls and a massive open space in the center where there were men walking around with some more students trailing behind them.
Tirent dodged around a corner and began to jog through the upper levels of the place, every once in a while having to duck behind a door or a corner to avoid capture. There were various bedrooms and offices most likely for the guards and soldiers that worked here, but non labs or anything else that might give a clue of what was happening. Tirent figured that more information would be on the lower levels.
As he was sneaking down a flight of stairs suddenly a guard came walking up and saw Tirent who quickly decked the man, but not before the guy could yell for help. More guards came running up the stairs, so Tirent ran back up the stairs and across the corridor. The guards came pouring after him, and soon he was cut off from both sides. So he drew his two swords and began to fight. Slicing up guards left and right, but he knew there were too many so he decided to transform and cause some chaos. He felt his limbs grow and wings sprout outward from his back, then he breathed fire and swung his tail out sending a bunch of the soldiers flying backward. Then suddenly a presence breached his mind and suddenly he felt like he was falling, his dragon instincts receded, and he felt himself shrink and then slowly fall to the ground. He looked around looking for the source and there, a mage was looking him right in the eye, chanting silently. Tirent gasped quietly as the presence in his mind became more dense. It felt as though his brain were being squeezed. Then he slipped into unconsciousness.
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