“Lead us well, future Duke Riegan.” Raimund Kent threw his arm around Jorah’s shoulder. Despite the two years Jorah and he hadn’t seen each other, Rai could not help to fall back into familiar patterns. A grin from ear to ear betrayed Rai’s excitement - albeit more because of his reunion with his old friend than the start of classes. 

“Time to address your subjects, house leader.” Rai quipped, barely audible enough to be heard by any astute eavesdropper. After all, even if Rai believed Jorah wouldn’t let these jokes get under his skin, all the other faces in the room - save for Clarissa’s - were new to him. From leaning on his friend like a sailor would in a tavern, Rai stood up in the same flow of motion as he unwrapped his arm. Now with a straightened back and, after a quick patdown of his shirt, uniform, he’d taken a stance much more fitting with the image of nobility. The one thing that hadn’t changed was the warmth of his smile.

“Excuse me, everyone.” Raimund announced as he stood up. Though hardly of the same length as the Gloucester men were, he was a fair bit taller than most of his classmates. He positioned himself opposite of the class before speaking further. 

“I hope you won’t find it too forward of me to speak first. I am Raimund Kent. It is an honour to be here at the academy by the patronage of House Gloucester. I am looking forward to learning with everyone and, between you all and me-” Raimund leaned in and winked. “-I am most looking forward to the cafeteria and meeting Garreg Mach’s wyverns.”