<div style="text-indent:1em;">Alma nodded, thinking over the name.  "You'll have to point him out to me when he gets here."  Alma was about to continue with a suggestion when a boy sat in the chair separating him and Lore Master.  He glanced at the boy, whom was facing Lore Master and such away from him, and gave her a raised eyebrow in question.  After the boy, Motto, left, Alma continued his thought.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"If you're worried they don't realize how cold it will be, I could always show them.  The question is do you want me to get it correctly, or exaggerate the temperature so we know they properly prepare?"  Alma cast his thoughts back to his first year, nostalgia and sympathetic exhaustion flooding him.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"I don't think I was able to sleep a full nights rest for the first six month.  Then again, I was taking special combat classes."  He was taken out of his reprieve by her next question.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Of course, I'll make sure they earn their place at the school."  He remembered his entrance exam, and decided it would be the perfect fit for this Nicholas kid.  Lore Master's final words however, hit him hard.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Please, don't flatter me."  He said, all trace of a smile gone from his face.  "I'm far from the best, I've got plenty of evidence to the contrary."  He was suddenly very glad his eyes had long since burned.</div>