[center][h1][color=#FFDF00][b]Theodoric Branden Marlon[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

Thank Yhriel that Andrion seemed to be personable, at least. A bit too personable, judging by his comment about catching him with "another". It took a signficant amount of self-restraint for Doric to maintain his poise and not react to said comment. He had a feeling that if he didn't just brush it off, it would prove for significant amounts of mockery no matter how he reacted otherwise. Best to just gloss over it. Instead, he made an educated guess.

[color=#FFDF00][b]"That jerky does look quite good."[/b][/color] Doric remarked as he began unpacking some of his own things, having been delivered by the porters as they'd taken the tour of the monastery. [color=#FFDF00][b]"As a trade, help yourself to some of my wine, if you wish."[/b][/color] He said, pulling out a bottle of the aforementioned. [color=#FFDF00][b]"I know the monastery tends to discourage drinking by officer candidates, but I couldn't quite help myself from bringing a few bottles to relax with. The last few years have produced some rather good vintages, if you'd care to try."[/b][/color]

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[b][u]The next day...[/u][/b]

For all the stories of the Officer's Academy that his father and his sister had told him, Theodoric hadn't quite been prepared for their ostensible instructor to be [i]half an hour late[/i] to their own class. [i]And counting[/i]. He couldn't quite help but to wonder what exactly was happening here. A sudden bout of illness? Or perhaps they were a new hire and simply got lost on the way to the monastery. Certain other hypotheticals in his head were just unthinkable. After all, imagine if his house's instructor was simply an inveterate drunk and just couldn't be bothered to get up in time to teach. But that was unthinkable for a reason. After all, the instructors here were supposed to be among the best on the continent, and vetted by the monastery besides. Surely, the archbishop wouldn't be so clueless as to hire someone unfit to teach, right? Surely. 

Instead, to pass the time, Doric glanced to his side, where Sherry was sitting next to him, Roland on her other flank as usual. 

[color=#FFDF00][b]"So, Sherry..."[/b][/color] He started, still wondering where in the hells their instructor was. [color=#FFDF00][b]"Have you settled in? How have you found your roommate to be, thus far?"[/b][/color]