Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Bah! Most of the time they'd gotten into trouble, they'd been going to places where they expected it. Maybe not the magnitude or scope, but they'd often been prepared for something.

But Strixhaven was different. Strixhaven was peaceful. Protected. Safe.

...Don't worry, that, like her pure happiness from being here, would absolutely be ruined! But not today.

"The Colleges are actually named after the dragons that founded them," Liliana said. "Galazeth Prismari, Beledros Witherbloom, Shadrix Silverquill, Tanazir Quandrix, and, Velomachus Lorehold." She took a moment to preen slightly. A decade or two shy of two centuries and she could still name all five without missing a beat. "They were the first beings on the plane to explore not only the tensions inherent within the enemy mana color combinations, but the ways in which they complemented each other, too. After the devastation of the Blood Age, they realized that only through disciplined study would magic be in safe hands. So, centuries ago, they each founded a college devoted to the study of the mana dichotomy they found most fascinating, with an overall institution that united them." She waved a hand around. "And here we are."

Did the grandeur make a little more sense knowing that dragons were involved, Gladio?

"But you'll love Lorehold because it's the College devoted to history. With a particular emphasis on military history. They live it, breathe it, fling themselves from hundreds of feet in the air to dive down into it..."

They were absolutely going to have to drag him out of there.