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Lauke · October 18, 2005, 12:13 PM

As Lauke entered the foyer of the Academy of Combat, he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "I guess the smith was right," he murmured to himself. Having heard from the smith he'd bought his falchion from that training could be had in the Synesi Plateia, he'd wandered the section of the city for a few hours, trying to find the right place. Now he was here, and it was time to receive the training he needed to become an adventurer.

There didn't seem to be anyone ahead of him, so Lauke walked right up to the Registration desk. "Serale," the young human said brightly to the receptionist. "I need basic training in the use of the falchion." He smiled, waiting for a response.

The Esh'lahier looked back at him with a skeptical look. The human looked ignorant, happy, and downright silly with that bandanna on his head. And he really thought he could learn how to use a sword? She waited a few seconds, then smiled as she always did at a prospective student. You couldn't always judge a book by its cover. Maybe this boy could learn how to fight. "All I need is your Imperial Visa, your name, and the cost of the training." She checked her memory. "That would be 150 crowns."

"Oh, alright," Lauke replied, a little taken aback by her long pause and sudden activity. He dug into his pockets and pulled out his Imperial Visa and a pile of crowns. "My name's Lauke," he added, handing over his Visa and counting up the crowns on the desk. When he reached 150, he pushed them over to the elf.

Checking his Visa, the receptionist saw that it was legitimate and in date. Double checking the amount of crowns the human had counted out, she quickly pulled out a lockbox, unlocked it, and put the money inside, closing and locking it again. Placing the box out of sight, she pulled out some schedules. "Now, let's see when we can get you in," she said, scanning the sheets. Who could give this human a good wake-up call back to reality? Norinsh had the skill and the attitude, but his group classes were booked solid for the next month. That left individual, private training. Norinsh wouldn't be happy, training a single halfwit how to fight, but his happiness wasn't her responsibility. It was making sure each student who came here received the training they needed.

She smiled, filling Lauke's name in the appropriate spot. "All right, everything is in order," she said, handing Lauke's Visa back to him. "Your training begins the next brightening at the ninth candlemark. Your trainer will be..." she pretended to check the schedule again, "...Akaim Norinsh, at the practice field outside."

"Okay then," Lauke replied with a grin. "Thank you very much, and serale." With that, he turned about and left the Academy of Combat, intent on getting home and preparing for his training. Soon enough, his sword would be put to good use.

October 18, 2005, 12:13 PM	#9 (permalink)
Lauke Citizen Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: Abestat Posts: 12	As Lauke entered the foyer of the Academy of Combat, he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "I guess the smith was right," he murmured to himself. Having heard from the smith he'd bought his falchion from that training could be had in the Synesi Plateia, he'd wandered the section of the city for a few hours, trying to find the right place. Now he was here, and it was time to receive the training he needed to become an adventurer. There didn't seem to be anyone ahead of him, so Lauke walked right up to the Registration desk. "Serale," the young human said brightly to the receptionist. "I need basic training in the use of the falchion." He smiled, waiting for a response. The Esh'lahier looked back at him with a skeptical look. The human looked ignorant, happy, and downright silly with that bandanna on his head. And he really thought he could learn how to use a sword? She waited a few seconds, then smiled as she always did at a prospective student. You couldn't always judge a book by its cover. Maybe this boy could learn how to fight. "All I need is your Imperial Visa, your name, and the cost of the training." She checked her memory. "That would be 150 crowns." "Oh, alright," Lauke replied, a little taken aback by her long pause and sudden activity. He dug into his pockets and pulled out his Imperial Visa and a pile of crowns. "My name's Lauke," he added, handing over his Visa and counting up the crowns on the desk. When he reached 150, he pushed them over to the elf. Checking his Visa, the receptionist saw that it was legitimate and in date. Double checking the amount of crowns the human had counted out, she quickly pulled out a lockbox, unlocked it, and put the money inside, closing and locking it again. Placing the box out of sight, she pulled out some schedules. "Now, let's see when we can get you in," she said, scanning the sheets. Who could give this human a good wake-up call back to reality? Norinsh had the skill and the attitude, but his group classes were booked solid for the next month. That left individual, private training. Norinsh wouldn't be happy, training a single halfwit how to fight, but his happiness wasn't her responsibility. It was making sure each student who came here received the training they needed. She smiled, filling Lauke's name in the appropriate spot. "All right, everything is in order," she said, handing Lauke's Visa back to him. "Your training begins the next brightening at the ninth candlemark. Your trainer will be..." she pretended to check the schedule again, "...Akaim Norinsh, at the practice field outside." "Okay then," Lauke replied with a grin. "Thank you very much, and serale." With that, he turned about and left the Academy of Combat, intent on getting home and preparing for his training. Soon enough, his sword would be put to good use.