Some people think I am a sinner. Some people think I am a saint. I fooled them.

Some people think of me as a trickster, for I am an illusionist. Some people think of me as evil, for I use Heminism.

There are people who think I am a simple ferret. And of course, there are people who don't even think of me.

I think I am both a sinner and a saint. A ferret with good intentions and sometimes questionable methods. No one in their right mind would think of themselves as evil, nor do I. I'm just resourceful.

Here are the undeniable truths about me. My name is Ignatius Chompzoky, youngest kit of Sylvester Chompzoky and Dorota Wilk. Many call me Noodle. It's easier. I am a ferret, blessed with magic. My main alignment, much to the detriment of my family name, is with Illusion. My secondary alignment is with Heminism, or blood magic.

Here is another hard truth about me. In my mind I've gone through six different scenarios, all involving the donkey sitting in front of me in the carriage. Somehow none of those would turn the music down. Or would be legal…

The constant drum and bass emanating from his earpiece is driving me crazy. My own earpiece's magic has been drained by the rain and I need to conduct a simple, but six hours long ritual to get them connected to my crystal again. So I am left with my own thoughts, the rhythmic cry of the wagon wheels and a donkey's muffled music. I don't even have sensitive ears, a dog would have already jumped out the window! This should be punishable by death, not some harmless magical rituals.

The journey to Arrabona is long and agonizing. My fur almost dries by the time I get off the train. The bustling of the station in the evening feels like a blessing to my ears. How can someone listen to the same bassline for more than three hours without getting mad?

The University of Arrabona is located at the edge of the city's industrial zone. Makes perfect sense, good exposure for the young mages to the industry and a steady supply of fresh, enthusiastic and most importantly cheap meat for the firms and companies. The only downside is that I need to walk for another hour to get there. In theory, I could take some form of private or public transport, but getting into a stranger's car is expensive and so is buying a ticket. At least until I can get my new mage ID, since the old one expired a while ago.

The problem isn't really with walking. I always liked Arrabona's layout, the inner city has some stunningly beautiful streets. No, what makes my whiskers twitch is the rain. By the time I get to the campus, I'm soaking wet again. A bored and angry doorman greets me with a mean snarl when I present her my damp permit. Takes some convincing, but she lets me in and gives me my keys.

K3/813… So the third building and the eighth floor. The elevator is broken, of course. This will be good.