Prof. Rirahk glanced around, proud of the class he was in charge of. It seemed everyone had lightened up and was happy or enjoying themselves. With a few exceptions. Although those exceptions might come to change, with time. For now, his job was- [i]SLAM[/i]. The sound of hands brought down on the table, nearly smashing it, startled everyone. To their surprise, it was the calm and meek Saurodrinn, not usually one for breaking rules. "I've had enough of this. Are you saying this class is for fooling around? We are to be the future Hunters and Huntresses to protect the world, and you have us doing arts and crafts?!?" He clenched his fists in anger, before heading out the door. "I'm going to do something more worthwhile with my time."

And with that, the student was gone. The Professor now had time to recover from his surprise. Certainly, some students wouldn't like his idea of class, but to go this far? The hesitation was apparent on his expression, as he watched the students again. They were whispering among themselves, some nodding in agreement to what the student had said. "If you agree, then you may go with him." Prof. Rirahk said to them, recovering his calm composure, a faint smile on his face. "While its true this class doesn't teach much in the ways of combat, I feel it is still important in the lives of all to have some relief of dread from battle. This class isn't to prepare you for combat, its to relieve you of stress from combat. If you think you are better off without this, then you may follow after him."