"Now, Amara, if you'd kindly follow me, we're going to start with the very basics."
He guided her to a long reading table where thick books were stacked in intimidating little towers. She eyed the nearest one. Chronicles of the Blessed Bloodlines. The title alone looked heavy.
Theron pulled out a chair for her with exaggerated chivalry. "Sit, sit. Class is now in session."
"This feels… oddly nostalgic," she admitted. "Like I'm back in high school. Except the subject is… you know." She waved vaguely. "Beastmen."
Theron grinned. "Fantasy school, but make it educational."
He started pacing slowly, a pointer stick resting against his shoulder like he was reenacting some ancient scholar.
"The origin of our kind," he began, "is rooted in divine intervention. Long ago, The Mighty, or God, the creator, bestowed fragments of essence from powerful mythical creatures upon chosen humans. This was meant to protect the balance of life and nature."
