Mateiu listened as the teacher droned on with pretty much the same things that every teacher spoke about during the first day of school. Half of him actually bothered to pay attention and remember whatever sounded important, but the other half of him ignored the teacher's words, hearing them as nothing more than white noise as the weapon began to glance around the room for potential miesters. Despite his mellow aura and kind appearance, Mateiu was surprisingly stringent when it came to combat, and expected nothing less than perfection from whomever he deemed capable of wielding him. All he could do for now was hope that an exercise where the miesters got to test the weapons in class out to see what would fit.