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	Salem took note of his surroundings as soon as he entered the room, eyeing the ruler as well as the rod that lay there and knowing full well how things could go. Spare the rod, spoil the child after all. He gave the man a half bow while introducing himself. [color=82ca9d]”Salem Spellman, its a pleasure to meet you. I wanted to apologize for taking time out of your no doubt busy schedule in order to have to teach a student like myself.”[/color] He wasn’t exactly certain what he thought was going to happen during these classes. Perhaps he imagined a frail female teacher with a porcelain tea set and white gloves, teach him the proper way to make a cucumber sandwich. Or maybe some well spoken man with a penchant for long drawn out speeches about the importance of cutlery and the order in which to use them. This however was much stricter than anything he had in mind, two instruments for which to help break a student of bad habits, and a Noila mage at that. No doubt it was teachings such as these which made Aaron such a suitable lap dog for the ‘higher races’ thus putting the two at ends in some discussions.

	Salem stood there, half bow still as he awaited for his instructor to tell him otherwise. He didn’t dare to take a seat without being told, nor did he dare to attempt to move without so much as direction from the teacher. The more complicit that he remained the easier that these proceedings would go and the faster that they could find these classes a waste of time as well as choosing to end them. Perhaps they would chalk it all up to him being such an amazing and astute teacher, being able to whip even the most rowdy of children into shape in a matter of days. Salem cared not for who got the credit so long as it made this period as quick and painless as possible. Then again, even the iron rod against his knuckles might make for a more pleasurable time than to be locked in a dorm with a hound from hell.