Haklo watched the teachers with Annabeth as they demonstrated their skills. He took a seat once more and watched intently. When the electromancer magnetized just about everything of metal, the noble young man placed a hand on his hairband and emblem so they wouldn't come off by accident. He didn't worry about his dagger though since the sheath was fitted to clasp the weapon tightly as no adventurous opponent would steal it. He placed his elbows on his thighs and his fingers linked right underneath his nose as he observed.

He was silent was he watched, noting other people's reaction as well. His icy blue glare studying the power that each teacher showed. Their manner, their baring. As his father had taught him, to study everyone like a potential enemy before considering them an ally. It might be a form of paranoia but it had kept the Desol family alive and powerful for so long. 

When the demonmancy instructor showed his power and things seemed to be going to hell, Haklo wrapped his fingers on the grip of his dagger, flicking the clasp and partially unsheathed the blackened steel. He watched as the demons rampaged yet left the students untouched. Since no one else seemed to be attacking the demons, Haklo deduced that his was part of the demonstration. Sloppy in his mind. This odd orc obviously did not have a subtle mind which wasn't that surprising. His eyes narrowed and he relaxed a bit but kept his vigilance. 

It was when Satori, the Psycomancy instructor, was up when Haklo's ears practically perked up. She was the one that would oversee the teaching of psychomancy, the power that would give Haklo the right to become the next Baron of Port Slaughter. 
When she made her introduction and raised her glass, Haklo was one of the students that toasted. 

After he was hit by the sudden nightmare, he could feel the taste of psychomantic but despite the attacks that he experienced from his father and it wasn't as horrifying as he had experienced but it was still unnervingly realistic. By the time it was over, his brow glistened slightly with sweat but he regained his composure far more quickly than most. This was psychomancy after all. As he used a handkerchief to wipe away the panic induced sweat he thought back at the demonstrations. The rune magic was rather intriguing, the ability to teleport would be invaluable when gaining power at not only the military but trade as well. The other schools were also intruiging to their extent and already Haklo was thinking how not to just improve his own standing in the world gaining such allies, but the ability to monopolize them as well. Aeromancers on boats to speed up ships, teams of geomancers in mines and construction. That teleporter rune magic would, as stated before, be invaluable for number of reasons for spies, assassins and merchants. 

The young noble lord pushed the thoughts aside and went to what was most concerning for him, the psychomancy. His father had taught him time consuming mental exercises to push away memories of such attacks but he didn't want to. He went over the false memories and filed them for further reference.