You enter your intent to journey to the icy planet, and tuck in for the night.

The next morning, you enter the Main Hall and find that your small cadre of fellow would-be historians are much the worse for wear after their night of debauchery. You smirk to yourself a bit at having avoided such a fate as you settle in beside Anias, your closest friend. She looks at you and groans. "Ugh. You're too chipper today. Please stop smiling so loud, it's making my teeth hurt. It's bad enough with all the people murmuring in here about some sort of shakeup."