Swallowing a little nervously Tor nodded. He knew that the whole timid look didn't really fit him very well, since he only looked about fourteen still and being shorter than almost everyone at the school they tended to think of him as younger than that at times. He was eighteen though and should act his age, of course. He straightened and tried to look more confident, after all, he was a Knight now and had to at least not act like a coward when he could help it.

The Dean exchanged small talk for a bit, discussed the school term that would start in a few days and what classes he had scheduled. Some of them were totally new to him, like economics and music. He still had combat training in the afternoon, only now he was considered a full senior student, based more on life experience than actual skill, he figured. That meant that if he missed a class he'd really be in for it. The punishment before had been scolding and extra lessons. Now it was probably that plus a real beating or two. Sure, disguised as “practice” instead of a whipping, to let him save face, but that just meant you got hit with much heavier tools in the end. Some of the instructors could probably cripple a man with a practice sword. Not that he knew who was teaching here now.

In the morning there was meditation and advanced build theory. That class in particular sounded exciting, since it was actually in his main area of study. In the last year he'd done a lot of building, making magic and copying magical devices, but, while it was kind of the Dean to call him a master, that wasn't true. He had so much to learn still. So very much. Even if it was one of the investigative classes, meaning he had to figure things out for himself more or less, just having the time to do it and some suggestions as to what to look into was more than worth coming back to school for.