
Dean Olv
head of the Collegium
For the first time in years her voice is steady and her hands are not. Someone walked through her house wearing her face, and she wants to know whose hands were inside those gloves.
The Dean ordered the Vault opened — at the very minute she was sitting in her study with a guest.
The premise
At ten past eleven Dean Olv came down to the Vault, told Bras the porter to open the door, and carried out the Collegium’s debt ledger — the register of every debt letter the campus holds as surety for students and magisters.
The problem is that at ten past eleven Dean Olv was sitting in her study opposite Inspector Koll from the capital, and two servants can confirm it.
“Someone walked through my house wearing my face,” says the Dean. Her voice is steady; her hands are not. “The inspector leaves at dawn. If the ledger leaves with him, the Collegium will stop being mine by evening.”

head of the Collegium
For the first time in years her voice is steady and her hands are not. Someone walked through her house wearing her face, and she wants to know whose hands were inside those gloves.
The Vault
Thirty years opening one door, and for the first time he doesn’t know whom he let in. Remembers every word — and that is what makes him valuable.
the Dean’s secretary · suspect
Twelve years writing letters in Olv’s hand. Has a key to the study, access to the comb, and a brother whose debt letter sits in the ledger.

third-year tutor · suspect
Clean on paper, dirty by reputation. His own letters are in that same ledger, and tonight he was waiting for a courier from the Lower Court.
auditor from the capital · suspect
Says “by regulation,” never offers you a seat, and has kept his carriage harnessed since evening. Sat with the Dean all evening — almost all of it.