Shamir shook Alex's hand, and said, "Thanks; sorry for, well, bothering you with this. I can be dense sometimes. So, let's be friends, then; that's great! Sorry for the exclamation mark; I hope I didn't bother the librarians."

He then sits down on a nearby stool and smiles. "Anyway, this place is really grand; just like a palace, only one of learning. I really hope to learn how to heal and protect here; that's the specialty I plan to take, healing and protection magic." The young man then looks around at what other students were there, before continuing, "People are really awestruck, it seems. I can't blame them, as I said before, this place is like a palace of learning." A pause, then, to allow Alexander to process Shamir's words and maybe even reply.

"Uh....sorry for being a chatterbox," Shamir said. "I just tend to be like that sometimes. So, how are you? And, yeah, I do trust you; you are a fellow royal." Shamir decided not to bring up the real source of Tyrania's infamy, aka its preperations for widespread conquest. Necromancy...well, like all right-thinking people, Shamir distrusted it, maybe even hated it, but he couldn't fault Tyrania for using that practice; it was a would-be conquering empire, after all. So any distaste for that was blended in with Tyrania's conquering ambitions.

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