Selara answered him while wringing green slime from the end of one sleeve.
"It is strange that you do not know about it. The Grand Alchemical Conclave is held once every five years." She glanced at him, then at the broom in his hand. "Well, it makes sense if your class has no relation to alchemy events or the kinds of demonstrations carried out there."
Trafalgar raised a hand before she could wander too far.
"Don't beat around the bush. Get to the point, please."
Selara blinked, then smiled as if she had just remembered he was not one of her students trapped in a three-hour lecture.
