Between working out a new generation of spellwagons and the standing projects on improving Standard Farm Spells and being dragged by Gwen and Tavith to occasional political occasions and now trying to cast wards on the entire Crystal Mountain border, the life of a Royal Research Mage left all too little time for anything else.  Like that old project on Fay-golems, which Aeslin had a hunch was connected to the troubles near the Crystal Mountains.  At least, with how Fay-golems were connected to dreamwalking, Aeslin could work on that part in her sleep.

All in all, she was probably having the best time in her life.

While walking back from the Royal Archives with her latest notes on spellwagons in her hands, she's twirling her wand in her hand and trying to envision how to make the magic currents more focused without a mage actually on site.  That's the toughest part, but she has a hunch...

It isn't till she's a little ways through the door that she notices the floor tiles aren't anything like the palace hallway, and the room is all too big anyway.  She blinks, reflexively jabs out her wand to test for spells, and looks up.