"Sound good." Considering the obvious reasons he might not give her an address, she's not about to press him on it. She already had to admit to having a family with money, no need to make him say he doesn't have a consistent location.

"I can leave a note with the barkeep here if I find someone, if you'll get that?"

He nods. "Yeah, I come by here pretty often. The barkeep knows me."

"Then I'll be in touch."

She waves and departs. Off to the Academae! Hopefully with fewer near-death experiences this time.

She doesn't have any near-death experiences this time!

The Academae is closed to outsiders. A solid stone wall, ten feet high and ten feet wide, covers the entrance. Tencednil cannot see any guards.

That seems like a good reason for the wizards not to be coming to the meeting! Physically closing the entrance does make avoiding mobs easy. Requiring anyone who wants to get out to do it by teleporting or other tricks is a downside, but apparently someone decided it was worthwhile.

The post can probably send messages in at least sometimes, it would be strange to do otherwise. She heads off that direction.

The Korvosan post can indeed still send messages to the Acadamae, although the fee is higher than usual.

The Acadamae has its own internal postage system with a custom addressing format, but if Tencednil wants to send to a student their name should suffice. 

She will pay that price once. Julio can have her own address if he wants to write back, and a proposal to set aside 4000 shields to split evenly among the four of them so as to avoid obviously dumb results. The details of the rest can be determined when they can talk at a reasonable pace, but that should be enough that none of them have to take out loans just because they can't access the money.

The postage clerk takes her letter and files it away somewhere. "We drop off postage at the Acadamae in the evening. Good day."

That's... all for the day, then? She won't learn anything from inside the Academae, and she already talked to everyone she said she would.

Well. That was a busy day, but she is done with it now. Time to flee the sunlight and get back to a nice comfortable inside.

KORVOSAN CARRIER
SUNDAY, SARENITH 7th, 4708

THE LIFE OF HIS MAJESTY, KING EODRED ARABASTI II

A seven day period of mourning for His Majesty, King Eodred Arabasti II, whose body could not be recovered from the flames, has been announced by decree of the Queen. A mausoleum is under construction in Gray, which next Sunday the funeral procession will bury an empty casket within. The riots and looters have calmed slightly in Midland, but in Old Korvosa they rage ever stronger. More horrible beasts pour from the Shingles. Repairs at the docks are underway, but they move slowly and some ships have already given up and left Korvosa.

When Tencednil wakes up, she has a new spell! Her body feels subtly different.

It feels not particularly tiring, so probably it's a cantrip. Is her nobility coming in? Is it Dancing Lights?

...it is not Dancing Lights. Also that side of the hammock is warm all of a sudden. Disappointing.

She spends the day practicing her cantrips, including the new one. She's starting to get the hang of reading Detect Magic results, now that she can actually see them. Her improved Acid Splash is starting to come together, and with looters still around every so often, her Ghost Sound to scare them off is getting more and more refined.

She still has no idea what the shadow blob is, but it came back again that morning. It saved her life twice, she's not particularly inclined to question it at this point.

The next morning, a bundle arrives in the mail, addressed from the Acadamae. It contains three letters.

Mother probably isn't getting anything from the Academae. She double-checks before opening them, though. What do they say?

The first is a letter from Anton. He expresses his (and Julio's) apologies for missing their appointment, but they cannot leave the Acadamae right now, what with the nigh-indestructible walls covering every entrance.

The other two letters are signed permission notices from Anton and Julio addressed to the Bank of Abadar. They assert that, due to the current unrest in the city and their inability to leave the Acadamae, they grant Tencednil and Mika the ability to withdraw up to four thousand silver shields as though they were physically present.

The nigh-indestructible walls are a good reason! Full points.

Her first mission is to deposit these with the Bank of Abadar, and in turn sign an equivalent permission note for Anton and Julio in case they have a way to get to a bank inside the Academae. That done, she heads to the Rusting Anchor to inform Mika of the good news. Or at least leave him a message, given that he's most likely not immediately available.

Mika is not at the Rusting Anchor, but the barkeep is perfectly willing to accept her message. "I haven't seen him today, but I expect he'll show tomorrow."

"If he does, tell him I'll be here midafternoon."

Back home to practice cantrips some more. Her new one has demonstrated its use in pulling blood out of yesterday's clothing, so perhaps there is hope for it yet. Even if it should be Dancing Lights.

It's a new day! She doesn't have any mail.

She wasn't really expecting any.

She sets out for the Anchor around 2:30. Is Mika there when she arrives?

Mika is not there. The barkeep is hard to read, but he might be a little concerned. "It's odd, he's usually here at least once early in the week..."

Did he get himself in trouble just now, of all possible times? She thought he was unusually competent. Oh well, this shouldn't be too surprising. "Do you know where he might be? I have something for him he would want to hear."

He sighs. "I think he's over at Garrison Hill these days. 9th Street. It's across the river in Old Korvosa. Not nearly as bad as Bridgefront and the Shingles, but I'd be careful out there."

Mika has managed to survive it this long. How bad can it be? "Thank you." She tips the barkeep generously, Mika may not have wanted him to give that out.

Across the river to Old Korvosa. She can get across the river, and the upside of numbered streets is that navigation is easy. The streets here will also be more dangerous, but as long as she stays on guard, she should probably be fine? (Her blob bobs along behind. It looks... brave? How can a blob of shadow have clear enough body language for her to get "brave" from it? Oh well, just another mystery for the pile.)