The only other path I saw was to be selected a Chosen, to become someone the high priestess trusted. A person who would have access to her office and possibly her keys. The eye was somewhere in this complex, or there had to be information about how to find it. But to become one of the Chosen would mean excelling in both training and my studies. Something that would take time. The problem was that it felt like I was trapped inside a giant hourglass and time was slipping away from me far too quickly.
