The Month of Kalendryas,
in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate,
Era XV Post Fractum.
The dust from the road clung to his cloths, he would have to change once he found a bath. His mother had never looked with favor upon a dirty child, and the habit was strongly ingrained in his psyche. The young nobleman had his visa ready for inspection as he neared the gates. His eye taking in the sights of the new city.
'Serale, my friend. I seek schooling within the city, could you do me the great favour of directing me.' His voice was crisp with a slight boyish twang. Once he got the desired information he made it into the city, hoping that enrollment was still availible.