"I was going to school for 'bout a year," Corbie began, though that really didn't feel very accurate. "But really, it was me and my mentor and a couple other teachers. The classes at the Women's College sucked." She pulled a face at her memories of frustration. "Most of it was theory, I've got a lot of practical experience building thaumaturgical engines. And Regina's been teaching me... I guess offensive magic would be the description I'm looking for."