They all laughed, which baffled the hell out of Tor.

Even Sara and the boy trying to reclaim his clothes chuckled. He knew that telling a royal like the Count to “shew” wouldn't go over very well in general. Maybe the girl knew the huge man or something? It seemed likely, since they'd begun negotiations as to who got fields for their mothers first.

Tor held up his right hand, and tried to smile, hoping no one would kill him for it.

“Um, I have to get it through testing and then have the instructors go over it to make sure it's safe…” He said, his voice soft and humble. It sounded weak enough that Dorgal laughed at him, which earned another glare from the dark haired girl as a reprimand.

Rolph shook his head and winked at the girl.

“Don't start any trouble with Tor, Dorg. He's probably going to be more important than any of us one day…”

Tor wanted to hide under a rock. Saying that in front of a Count! Worse, a Count that could personally kill him by “accidentally” falling down at the wrong time. Was Rolph trying to get the room to himself? They'd definitely have to talk about this, later. When no one would be around to laugh at him.

Besides, some of the royals had strange powers, direct magics, and about a third of them could go into battle rages at any moment, striking out at anyone near with lethal intent and far greater than normal effect. Super human strength and speed, as well as some other stuff.

Tor had never seen anything like that himself, but Kolb had warned him about it early on in training, just in case trouble started at school. Even most of the royals ran away if they saw it starting to happen in someone else, supposedly.