He nods, and sets in to work on his notes while picking at his food. 

The next morning, there's a knock on his door. 

He's slept two different times, each for one to three hours, and has gotten a good bit of notes done.

He gets up - he's been awake two hours now - and goes to open the door.

It's a servant - another new one, in the same blue robes as the others. 

"Good morning, sir. Would you like breakfast? I can bring it to you, or direct you to one of the dining halls, if you would prefer."

"I'd like breakfast here, yes." He has the same dietary restrictions as the last night.

The servant notes them and vanishes down the corridor. 

Twenty minutes later the same one returns with another cart, with the same tray-jug-kettle set up as the last. Though there's two jugs, now - one looks like some kind of fruit juice, perhaps. 

The meal this time is an omelette filled with vegetables, mushrooms, and cheese. The fruit juice is sweet with a slight, tart bite, and the tray again comes with teapot, cup, and a selection of teas which the servant identifies as 'energizing'. 

After setting it out, she reminds him to leave the cart and tray in the corridor when he's finished, bows, and leaves. 

He thanks her as well, asks for non-caffeinated tea (which they seem to describe as 'nighttime'?), and mostly focuses on the omelette and juice. 

(Does she know if anyone's likely to need him today?)

She comes back shortly with the nighttime blends.

"Lady Erin requested she be informed when you woke; she would like to introduce you to the academy this morning, if you are amenable." 

"I'm amenable."

"Someone will let her know. I expect she will come find you late in the next hour." 

"I will be ready then."

And she leaves. 

About thirty minutes later, someone taps on the door. 

He sets his notes down and answers that as well.

It's Erin! And a guard - not Walon, someone else, perhaps that Lucan fellow. 

"Good morning!" She says, "Lucan's following me around today; don't mind him. I can take you to visit the Academy now!" 

Lucan offers a short nod. 

"Alright. Lead the way."

She leads him down the corridor, towards the central wing. Once they enter it they begin encountering many more people in the halls. Guards, messengers, servants, and citizens of varying status pass them, offering short half-bows to Erin if they catch her eye before continuing on their business. Erin offers nods in return but otherwise pays them no mind, busy speaking with Sugira.

"Did the rooms have everything you needed? And was the food alright? If there's anything you need I can try to get it to you, within reason." 

"Everything was fine. I might need raw materials at some point to make spell-quality paper out of, but I don't have a spell for that yet."

"What's the difference between our paper and spell quality paper?" 

"A lot of it's in the specific processes, but also generally finer grained, heavier, takes inks in a certain way. I don't know a lot of paper-specific terms, though."

"I don't know much about paper either, but I know there's different kinds? You might have to go to a shop that sells them to find out if we have some that works for you." 

They walk out the front doors this time, out into a wide stone courtyard. The sky is perfectly clear, the sunlight beating down on their heads, but the mist from the fountains leaves the air pleasantly cool. 

Erin directs them to a building to the right, in which several boats are docked. The canal outside is visible through the opening in the side of the boathouse, the doors pulled into the walls on either side to let the vehicles of various palace workers inside.

"You don't get sick from water travel, do you?"

"I'll look up a shop, then, and I'm fine with water travel."

She gets in a boat. It's one of the smaller ones meant for multiple people, about 15 feet long, with two rows of benches and standing room up front. There's a disc of that same black metal at the bow, and Erin threads some mana through her Gauntlet to touch it, setting the runes carved into the boat glowing faintly. 

"The Academy is about fifteen minutes away by boat," Erin says, waving Sugira aboard. Lucan has already climbed on, standing evenly balanced behind and to the right of Erin. 

He climbs on, hanging nearer to the back of the boat. "Alright."

And they're off. 

They're just past the morning rush, and there aren't a lot of people going from the palace rather than to it, so there's very little traffic to deal with. Erin's aware of every boat before they pass them, which makes her a good helmsman. 

Most of the city seems to be built of the same materials - pale stone in a variety of tones on a base of white or light blue, covered with metal-filled carvings. As they move further away from the palace the houses they pass go from large, single family villas to what must be apartments, judging by the variety of decorations on the balconies they can see. 

Eventually they enter another canal station, much busier than the palace one was, where people of all ages - though the majority of them are teens and young adults - disembark from public ferries and leave through the open gates to the plaza outside. There's guards at the gates and at various points throughout the building, keeping an eye on the milling populace. Past them they can see the Academy, another building just as enormous as the palace. 

Pulling in at one of the long-term docks, Erin leads Lucan and Sugira to the dockmaster in charge of this part of the station to fill out the short docking form. Then it's out the gates, slipping through the crowd, who mostly ignore her, and out into the plaza. 

 The Academy plaza is ringed by shops. There's a bookstore which has contracts with both the two largest publishing companies in Sanctuary and the largest one in Cialin, a shop which supplies students with paper, ink, quills, quillknives, and everything else in that vein, a restaraunt which sells on-the-go meals, and several other useful businesses. 

There's a permanent stand near the main entrance which sells drinks, much like the one in the palace plaza. Erin stops to get one, ordering a cup of hot (non-alcoholic) cider. It comes in a large, smooth wooden mug; there's a stack of dirty mugs on one of the stand's counters, which people add to as they pass by. 

"Would you like something?" Erin asks Sugira.

He makes a note of the route as they go, and when Erin addresses him, says, "Sure." He's fine with the same kind of non-alcoholic cider she got.