Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-5583506-20170723151108

"Ugh..." Gabryel muttered to himself upon hearing all the racket from the floors above. Noise tended to cloud his thoughts, blocking up his sense of clarity. He looked at Pierre, the boy seeming somewhat anxious. "Is it always noisy?"

Pierre smiled and waved with his hand in dismissal. "Nah nah, not at all. It's just that since now that you chaps are have come there will certainly be more entertainment around here. The older boys and girls will be more than thrilled to see how you handle all the training. They might tease you a bit, but don't take it too personal, yah? It's just their way of welcoming you to the academy."

"Understood," Jerus said. "When does training start?"

"Oh, I should expect that the Guildmaster will have his little 'initiation speech' early in the morning and after that your education will begin immediately. At the start there will be mostly these dull classes that I fell asleep during my early years here; about the history of the guild and whatnot. The Guildmaster sure does like to remind us about the Great Conflict. But after that is where the fun will begin. Learning how to use your powers and abilities. From what I've heard we've received some of the most promising students for seven years."

The Guildmaster glared back at the boy as he was escorted out. The head of the guild certainly seemed like a stern and unfriendly old man with little to no patience for hesitation or weakness.

He had certainly changed since the Great Conflict. The teachers and other heroes remembered him as being different before that. Perhaps the experience of watching so many comrades and former comrades fall had gotten the best of him, or the fact that ever since those years people feared those with the heroic trait more than ever.