Kaelred stood in the courtyard as the bell rang, a paper schedule folded neatly in his hand. He glanced over it, then to the wide stone path lined with students moving between towers and lecture halls. His sharp gold eyes narrowed with curiosity as he took his first real steps into the life of a student.
The combat class for daggers was first. Held in an open arena with a half-dome of magical shielding above, the instructor, a lean veteran with scar-slashed leather armor, motioned for the students to form pairs. Kaelred, unpartnered, was called forward.
The instructor raised an eyebrow at Kaelred's weapons—twin daggers of dark steel, sheathed on each hip. "Let's see what kind of fighting style you've got, newblood."
Kaelred smiled without humor. "You'll see."
