You step out of the standing and say the word refuse into a room of three hundred people.
The seal gutters. Sable's face does something complicated. Isolde does not look at you.
The walls of Gravenhollow are weaker than they were and the governors will blame the merit case, and Rowan writes all of it down.
You leave through the boathouse at dawn with two cups and one blanket and no magic to your name.
RowanTold you. Nothing here for an archivist. Plenty out there.
It is the only ending where nobody is drained and somebody is happy, and it costs the building.