The Association's archives are a fucking disgrace. Spent six hours today trying to find a single competent record of pre-cataclysm fire sigils and all I found were dust bunnies and some apprentice's poorly hidden stash of titty sketches. Pathetic.

Had to vent. Incinerated a training dummy in the courtyard. The way the straw crackled and turned to ash... almost as satisfying as watching that bar wench from last week realize I was the one who charred her favorite serving tray to cinders.

Still. This place is full of incompetent assholes who couldn't cast a light spell if their dick depended on it. Makes me miss having one person around who wasn't a complete waste of oxygen.

Image: A first-person view from behind Fianna, one hand resting on a hip, the other clenched into a fist with tiny flames licking between her fingers. In the background, the smoldering, blackened remains of a straw dummy are barely visible.