Her eyes itched from lack of sleep. Things would look better with a meal and an early bed. It was time to secure the latter.
She ran her eyes over the buildings that lined the square. Many of them rented rooms out on the upper floors over the businesses. There’d never been occasion for her to stay overnight here before, but she’d heard stories about drinking bouts that got out of hand, or family members visiting for the short or long term while someone studied at the Collegium.
She didn’t need much—a bed, a table and chair. Shelves. Shelves would be good. Someplace she could secure. She chuckled to herself—with all the shops supplying the needs of the Collegium, it wouldn’t be hard to make a few devices that would deter thieves.
Her favorite bookshop was still there, in the middle of th
