Arnwald city is spread out across the spires of northern Lisgaros, houses lodged in the crooks and branches of trees or clinging to the unforgiving sheer sides of the peaks. At the foot of the spires clings the Tharmunden forest, hiding the actual valley floor from view. Bridges made of linked wooden planks connect houses and trees and even spires, where they are close enough together. Here and there, where space permits, wooden platforms act as town squares and plazas. Today is a special day for Arnwald inhabitants of a certain age. Today is results day, and students gather at their katekhinals to read their results and find out who is to be admitted to the Lyceum, to study further in their chosen fields. The platform outside Ilphin spire katekhinal is no exception, heaving with students pushing past each other, scanning for their names on the list with anxious faces. Orien has arrived late, not that it matters. The results aren't going anywhere. She pushes her way through the throng until she reaches the front. Heart in her mouth, she scans the lists of names for the three subjects she chose, although really there's only one that matters. Only one, and when she sees the list she can't hide the smile.