The cether was casually strolling along, his eyes checking suns in the sky.
Ahhh not too bad, he thought with a smile. Somehow his empty pipe found its way back into his mouth, and his nose caused him to pause a few times to take the smells on the air.
Hmmm smells like we will be having a good dinner this repast, as he got into viewing distance of SunnFather Ziasla's training area. In one stride he had regained that pesky limp.
He swung his leg with more zeal, in an attempt to hurry. As if he jsut realized that Sunnfather was not the most forgiving monk. When he found himself outside the Sunnfather's door he knocked, and smoothed his robes. He moved to open the door, but stopped quickly to remove the pipe and place it in his pouch.
That would not do, the Father would pop his top.
He then opened the door, and greeted the scowing SunnFather.
'Serale SunnFather Ziasla, Ronan Stoutfoot reporting for his first class,' he spoke with formality. He hoped to impress the human with his zest for knowledge and attention to detail, but it may be a while before he accomplished that by the look on the SunnFather's face.
OoC I am not sure what the titles are for the younger monks. You mentioned SunnRisers, but was not sure where Ronan was falling in that hierarchy.