The plan fitted on half a page. I should have suspected it immediately. In three days, a limited records collection would open after the morning transfer of returned teaching equipment. The temporary counter would release the requested extract to me or to an attendant carrying my signed instruction.
I had asked for a copied section of the branch access history, using the reference from yesterday's drawing. Not permission to enter. Not an inventory of everything the academy had ever put behind a locked door. Even that required a time nobody appeared willing to move.
At the same time, I needed to return a theory extract before another student collected it, deliver my current practice limits, and take the longer route to the public reading room without spending ten minutes alone beside the residence passage. Ren could handle the papers. I could handle being somewhere less convenient to stab.
