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[color=f6989d]Why indeed I am young elfling! You will do so wonderfully here it's been 2 years since I've had a student from the High Cities!
 They never disappoint![/color] She dropped Isil and moved to the side to welcome her into the class room, a modest little classroom with most of it's space taken up by flowers and work stations. There was notably no lecture space, and no chairs. But there were aprons and gloves freshly cleaned at every station, folded in a way a mother would for her children. The room smelt sweet, and the sun light it up in it's entirety. The windows were decorated in intricate spins of metal woven together into ornaments, obviously elven in make. 

This room was for lack of better words, a bit too happy. The books were all reads on anatomy and wards, and colored crystals lined the walls on stands. It was indeed a restoration class, and felt just as welcoming as the woman that taught it. There was one more thing to note, a plate of fresh scones on a station corner towards the front of the room. "Welcome" was the only phrase on the card next to the hot plate.