The Citadel is the most breath-taking sight in all the city. The design is a marvel of mystical engineering, created to be both aesthetically delightful and nearly impregnable to attack. Its shape is more or less that of a huge tower with a stretched out base, but such words cannot begin to convey the majesty of the structure. This impregnable fortress is the home of not only the court but the entire Imperial Council and the Imperial Guard.
Morgan calmly navigated the streets of the island that until recently had been his home, making his way to its highest point. A day before, Morgan had visited the building in order to speak with the Archivist, but he certainly didn't know his way around the place, so he'd need some advice in getting to speak to someone in power. His target, he figured, was the Lord Chancellor, the man in charge of wider Imperial affairs. Failing that, he'd try to speak to the Imperial Thaumaturgist. As a mage, the latter would hopefully at least care about the fate of the University.
He could have gone straight to the City Guard, but Morgan had several reasons not to do so. First and foremost, he'd been told to inform the people in charge. If he told a Guard grunt it could be tides before the information reached the people it needed to reach. Second, there was something to be gained from delivering the information personally to someone in power. Gratitude, hopefully, or at least a connection for the future. Then of course there was the simple fact that, based on what Becca had told him, Morgan didn't trust the City Guard as far as he could throw them (although with the aid of elemental sorcery he could probably throw one of them quite a long way).
Morgan now regretted not being dressed as a mage himself. The young mage - not even quite into his twenties - didn't intrinsically look like the sort of person the University would send to represent it. Still, if needed he could perform some magickal trickery to show that he was the real deal.
He headed directly for the first Imperial Guard he could spot, addressing the guard with confidence. "Good tide. My name is Morgan Scrylock, of the University of Magick. I've been sent to deliver a message to the Lord Chancellor."