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With some difficulty, Sekhandur redressed and joined the rest of the students milling about and waiting for the remaining matches to finish. He tried to pay attention, but he was exhausted and his leg throbbed with pain still. Clearly his mastery of healing Utterances left something to be desired. He stretched out on the ground and sat massaging his knee, imitating how his father's servants would rub down his muscles after training sessions in the royal palace. As the sun dipped low behind the academy the battles subsided, and their professor turned to address them again. Sekhandur stood, his knee feeling a bit better, but he was still quite tired and discretely leaned on his staff as the exercises were concluded.

A ring of light appeared under Sekhandur, and he nodded appreciatively to the professor. More students followed, and Sekhandur remained satisfied with the selections, until one of the students who lost their match was chosen as well. Followed shortly after the student that Sekhandur himself had defeated. This was perplexing. He waited to hear their professor's reasoning before speaking up, but the announcement that they would be the ones to stay was somewhat of a surprise. Sekhandur was more surprised by the severity of the cuts being made to their class. This was all that would be left? If nothing else, it would make it easier to remember his classmates' names.

Class was adjourned, and Sekhandur felt very ready to retire for the evening. He limped his way back up to his dorm room, which he had only spent the previous night before in a drunken haze. His servants had carried his possessions into the dorm room after their previous night's revelries, and as he returned to the room it dawned on him how much they dominated the small and dingy room. His curtained bed took up nearly a quarter of the room's square footage, and his hand-carved wooden chests and dressers, golden mirrors and coffers, and other luxuries barely seemed to fit in the room. The bunk beds on the other side of the room seemed quite small and cheap in comparison, and his roommates possessions were crammed to fit on their side of the room's divider. Sekhandur had no idea what happened to the furniture that was originally on his side. Deciding he would bathe in the morning, Sekhandur merely set his grimoire and staff aside, peeled off his robes, and collapsed face-first into the cotton sheets of his princely bed.