20 Fall 511 Once more, Clyde was in a hurry, travelling through Ravok. He had another class today, and professor Lazarin was not the most understanding. He was almost to the institute, and quickly flashed his badge as he entered, just in time to not be run through by one of the guards... He really should be more careful about that, they were very specific about letting people in only if they had a badge... And the Ebonstryfe did not play around... Looking around, he recalled were his class was meeting, and raced over, losing a sheet of parchment on the way. Finally he got to were he was headed, and crashed into the room panting heavily. Two kids looked up, tensing, thinking it was the teacher. Clyde quickly went and found a seat, getting his parchments ready, along with preparing his ink and quill to be used. He glanced over, and noticed one of his class members was not here... He had been with him since his first class here... However He had made several mistakes the last time they met, and gotten on Professor Lazarin's nerves... Chances were he would not be coming back... And if he was lucky he had been sold as a slave for the ebonstryfe... If he was really lucky... If not... Well they might find his corpse floating in a canal in a few days... Clyde sorted out his things once more, sitting up straighter in his chair, making sure everything was perfect before his scary magecrafting teacher arrived. The door slammed open once more, as professor Lazarin arrived, with a sweep of his robes. He seemed to be in a particularly bad mood today, and noticing that one of the other students a bit younger than Clyde had a quill at a slight slant, and not perfectly settled. In a rage he swept one arm across the table sending it all against one wall, and yelling at him. "In my class I expect perfection, just like in my creations. Do you think anyone would pay for a magical item, if it did not work! Such lazy behavior will lead to mess ups in a items creation, making it all useless! now pick it up, and do it perfectly!" |