What unbelievable luck, it almost startled him to hear his name, but as usual, things always seemed to work out for Vyrik. 
Somehow despite everything he had been through he still wasn’t late. That caused a proud smile to tug upon his lips.
He looked up and pulled back his hood to greet the teacher and each of his other classmates. He kept it to simple introductions and light pleasantries. A few words of choppy Eskandish for the noble girl and some fluent if not common tongue Revidian for the boy. 
He guessed himself to be the oldest of hos fellow students but doubted that would give him any advantage when it came to magic. He was however excited to see a fellow Revidian and a girl from Eskand but already felt like he would probably get along better with the one called Yimu. Still, two pretty girls in a group of four wasn’t something the the young adolescent would complain about. As much as he wanted to start talking to them all he was also super eager to get moving onto the next part of his adventure. 

Vyrik hadn’t opened the note he was given  earlier, yet still, coupled with Zeno Zander Mozaru’s greeting words, it left him with an sense of unease. How had that person known who he was, or even found him. Why couldn’t Vyrik hear his footsteps. Why was this Zeno even worried about him. These were thoughts he pushed aside to ponder on later. Tucking the parchment into his belt he followed along.

Curiously he opened his mouth and let his questions spill out. 

[i]”So, what do we call you? Master? Teacher? Zeno? What are you going to teach us? Where will we be sleeping and eating? What’s your specialty? How long have you been teaching here?[/i]”


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Non noteworthy introductions
Questions the Zeno 
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