The three links he had managed to forge dangled in his pocket as he quickly headed for his cell. Black iron for ravenry, copper for history, and silver for medicine. He had studied hard, but this was all the links he could forge in a single year. Without the recommendation of an Archmaester, most of the library was restricted to acolytes and he had to rely on dry and boring lectures to learn. Sam wanted to stay and finish his chain so he could join the Order of Maesters but he had a sinking feeling that things were going to go very wrong soon. The news of the Redwyne Fleet's defeat had twisted a knot in his gut.