In truth, the students here were amateurs compared to the goblins back home. A spider magically hidden in one's lunch was nothing. Where Veka grew up, that would be a tasty garnish, not to mention a courtship ritual. Still, Veka was starting to think the humans were right. She didn't belong here. The stained robe she had brought with her from the lair smelled like stale mushrooms and barely covered her bulk. Blue skin peeked out through holes in the elbows. Back home, they laughed at her for being a fat, stuck-up goblin with delusions of wizardry. Here, they laughed at her for being a goblin. Today though, she had more to worry about than mockery—things like old curses that killed students in particularly nasty ways. Veka rubbed one of the curved fangs on her lower jaw as she stared at the sandstone wall of the mausoleum. The newest engraving read, Theolyn of Salvati, Apprentice Magi. Theolyn had been a few years older than Veka.
