Korel looks like he's about to say something, but he's interrupted by a loud clanging.
Up on a raised platform, they see a large table where the masters had been eating. Right now, a human male is standing up and clanging a dagger on a small metal replica of a shield. A hush slowly falls over the room.
"Welcome, new students, and greetings to the old. For those of you who don't know or don't remember or just don't care, my name is Augustus. Battlemaster Augustus to you." He says, looking at the cadets.
"What you have come to join, is a noble profession. One that has been carried on for generations and generations past. We, the Guard, protect the poor, the needy, and defend those who cannot defend themselves. I expect you all to uphold what we stand for. Or, at least, what's left of it... On that note, you're dismissed. You may do with the rest of the day what you wish." He says, sitting down.
"Well... That was odd..." Korel mutters.
"Yeah. What did he mean by "what's left of it?" You reckon something happened?" Jack asks.
"Obviously... There are always cartons of rotten eggs everywhere..." Amara mutters.
