Felice pondered for a moment as he entered the room and heard the instructions exactly what the elder god's definition of "training" would be. He made up his mind quickly to sit in the back regardless, however, when he saw who was already sitting in the front. [i]Non manco morto! Semantics be burned in the elder's own fire, I'd rather risk whatever the forge god does to me![/i] 

Mind made up, he set down his bag somewhere safe and moved quickly to the back. It wasn't as if he had no experience, after all. There was plenty he'd had to deal with even in the streets he had walked when he was younger. The ancient world capital had its own surprises, truly.