Drake/Chloe/Quen/Open
Quenten had snuck out of the mage tower with her rod after hearing some of the senior mages talking about trouble at the docks. She wasn't sure exactly how she'd get down there, but she felt like she could help. She could cast Fire now (well, sort of), and anyway her magic tended to malfunction in a destructive way, which would be fine for trying to destroy things.
She'd been fortunate to run into Chloe, who was willing to take her along. Peony and Merri would have sent her back to the tower so fast, her head would spin.
As they arrived at the docks, Quenten could hear the sounds of fighting—not close, but not too far away, either. Chloe seemed to have spotted someone she knew. From the lack of a disapproving "Quen, what are you doing here?" Quenten assumed it wasn't someone she knew, so she said, "I'm Quen Delacreaux."
Inside, her veins thrummed with excitement. Her first real fight! All she had to do was get home in one piece, and Darius or Peony would never know to disapprove.