[@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN] The door towards the wall, shorter than most and mostly hidden behind the forge opened and shut very gently. The Dwarven Mastern forgeman turned to his Dwarfkin with a smile then turned towards the and spoke. [color=ed1c24]"AH here he is. Master Rovi we have a few students eager to meet you today."[/color] He turned back to Garanin and spoke to him, [color=ed1c24]"Brother, this is Master Rovi. The Grand Enchanter of the great Arcanium. Magical artisan of every enchantment that touches the metal of my forge."[/color] He stood with his arm extended at the door, a great awkward silence filling the gap in conversation as he awaited Garanin's reaction. ---------------------------------------------------------------- [@MadManMoon] The teacher's eyes lost their luster and her gaze lowered downward. [color=7ea7d8]"That is..."[/color] Weakness was present in her voice, pattering into a very gentle soothing yet melancholy tone, [color=7ea7d8]"That is a story very, the phrase being, a very personal one for me. I'm sorry, I would prefer not to speak more of it."[/color] Her silver hair fell down to her shoulders as she began to make her way back to her desk. [color=7ea7d8]"Take your seats younglings, The class will begin in precisely 15 minutes."[/color] Her hand gracefully weaved a character into the air, beginning to shift it's shape into others as if it were counting down in some other language. The teacher sat in her chair and began to prepare her lesson in silence. Leaving her students to commune among themselves. --------------------------------------------------------------- [@Rune_Alchemist] The students made their way to open seats, but the older student stood closer to the front of the room and made conversation with one of the male students that made their seat close by. He seemed friendly and calm, removed a pair of fine leather gloves he had on his hands, laying them down neatly on the table, and began to tell the conversation partner something about hand placement in spells. Soon Master Liyva made her way to the front of the room with a Jolly smile, [color=f6989d]"HELLOOO MY STUDENTS! GOOD MORNING AND GOOD DAY!"[/color] She made her rounds looking at each and every one of her students extruding an aura of overly enthusiastic happiness into the room. [color=f6989d]"I am very pleased to see you all here today, and welcome to the first year of Restoration magics. Now this school is not like most you see that have curriculum lessons or grades, you will be expected to learn and seek the knowledge yourselves outside of classes. But today, we have a simple lesson I enjoy teaching! The use of a Crystal of Wound Sealing. Waylin, if you would please?"[/color] The Older Student took a basket from the window sill and began to pass out Large mostly clear crystals with the only impurity being a very unique and uncommon milky pink substance that seemed to float in the crystal like ink in water. Isil was the third of the students to receive it, and while this sort of crystal was fairly common in her home country as this [i]was[/i] a elven technique she could very easily tell this was masterwork quality that was considered rare even among the nobles of the high elven cities. The crystal was far larger than Isil's hands, and as the Student called Waylin gave it to her he told her briefly [color=f7976a]"You don't want to drop this one."[/color] before moving on to the next student.