<a class="link link--external" href="https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/5813150.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Salt</a>packed his bags and followed the rest if the line of students of of the cryptography class. He had been encouraged to give it a try by one of the Drill Masters since hs had a head for languages. Sure his brain could decode things well enough, but putting it on paper... well fortunately a right answer written poorly counted for enough to get you through... mostly. He pulled back his long dark hair and toyed with it as he often did idly, a nervois tick. This assignment wouldn't be fun, he would be dropping this line of study going forward, he wouldn't be here long enough to really master it anyway.<br/><br/>He noticed one of the students taking a left where she should have gone right. Well? What was this ivory tower dorm lass doing going to the main mess? He came up alongside her. He was a tall, almost lanky cadet, if he held his arms out you might think he was a main mast and not many cadets stood above him. With his copper rimmed glasses and his hair in his well kept uniform, he looked almost academic.<br/><br/>"Mum" he was saying ma'am but his accent came through as strong as boiler steam and all the colloquialisims that went the north coast. "I think ye missed yer turn."