	He drifted from shadow to shadow along the streets, wraithlike in the half-hearted light cast by the lamps burning atop posts. The few revelers out on the streets at this hour gave him a wide berth, more interested in finding the next tavern than starting a fight with a figure burning with such intense hostility. Eventually he reached the gates of the Field Academy, a baroque pair of forty feet tall wrought-iron grid work gates, spiked and barbed all over. Luckily, he didn't have to climb them.
	Working his way around the walls of the fortress, taking care to avoid the casual glances the patrols above threw down over the battlements, he eventually found what he was looking for - a secret trap-door into the basement levels of the complex, used mostly by masters and students who wanted to excape into the city for an evening to let off some steam. As usual, it was ungarded.
	Climbing down the old, rust-encrusted ladder into the basement he was again supprised that his eyes adjusted to the darkness immediately. Taking a moment to remember the layout of the buildings he knew where he was, but not where he was going. Students moved around in class groups every year, so she was likely to be in a far removed place from the last she had occupied. He did know where to find this information though, the Shadow school had extensive courses on infiltrating all of the Academies in the Council's cities, in case a target was to be found within. He started towards the nearest stairs, on his way to the registrar's office.