The next morning… At the Tristain Academy of Magic, there was much commotion from last night's events, just as though a wasp’s nest had been stirred. Why? Because the Staff of Destruction had been stolen. And it was brazenly stolen by using an Earth Golem to break through the wall of the vault. The teachers of the Academy of Magic gathered inside the vault were speechless when they saw the gaping hole in the wall. The inscription on the wall etched by Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt said it all: [I have the Staff of Destruction. – Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt.] “What were the guards doing?” “Over there!”