The western end of Pyreptar Academy was rarely visited by students.
Beyond the older lecture halls and the administrative buildings stood a section of the academy that had gradually fallen out of regular use. Its stone pathways were narrower, the surrounding buildings older, their architecture bearing little resemblance to the more recently constructed training facilities.
A small courtyard lay at the centre of it.
An old fountain occupied its middle, though no water had flowed through it in years. Ivy had crept along the lower sections of the surrounding walls, and several tall trees cast long shadows across the paving stones.
It was quiet.
Quiet enough that Morgan could hear the wind moving through the leaves as he approached.
He had been given simple directions. Follow the western passage beyond the old lecture halls, pass the abandoned archive building, and look for the courtyard.
There had been no explanation of why Merlin had chosen the location.
