<div class="floatleft">(http://i3.minus.com/jby4C6H7MqPrv1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erik Vainamoinen<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Avalanche Faculty<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headmaster's Office<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Enya, Vasili<br/><br/>Sigh. These two... this isn't the first time, definitely won't be the last. "I'm sure Professor Trajeddigt," He managed to pronounce her name, a small accomplishment, to be sure. The secret was in clicking ones tongue at that intiial 't', and dragging out the d's ever so slightly.  And the 'g' was<em>almost</em>silent. Quite the tongue twister, "has something that can calm you both down." He says this with a wry smile. Truth was, it was kind of hard not to laugh at their antics, some times.<br/><br/>"Well, yes. I do know, from speaking with the mayor, that there was a delay in putting together the next food shipment to Schwarz. I can understand his worry over the matter... though this was perhaps not the most prudent way to address it." Ahh, diplomacy. Let's see how well this works. "The good news is, that will be able to be sent out tomorrow. I am planning to assign two of the new teams to it. Miss Horowitz, I would like you to escort them, and analyze how well they are getting along as a team. If there's any conflicts now, it would behoove us to address the situation, before it has a more tragic result. Since you will be gone for a few days for this task, I'll also need your syllabus, so I can fill in." Erik knew enough that he could make a fitting substitute teacher for most of the classes; not combat or healing, but the other subjects they taught? He could do a passable job of it. Still, the actual teachers, needless to say, were far better than him.<br/><br/>"And Mister Ilari," He said this in a tone that was both commanding, and yet, sincerely warm and amiable. It's an interesting trick of his; the Headmaster has a silk tongue, some might say. He's a good orator. "You will escort the children as well. Your post is, after all, in Schwarz.  Tomorrow morning, I'll summon the students to my office for the task... until then, you are at Miss Horowitz's disposal." He was looking at them both as he said this. "And I am also certain you will both conduct yourselves with professionalism." He still maintained that sort of familial warmth as he spoke; not berating them or insulting them for their performance, merely pointing out the perceived shortcoming in an indirect manner.<br/><br/>As for things in his office, Erik had a few bookshelves with books on world history, world politics, a particularly informative book called 'On The Geographical Mapping of Eis', and some fiction. There were two trophies, one being a silver medal given to the Salutatorian of Eis, dated back to the time when he was attending the academy as a student, and the other was a trophy from almost thirty years ago for coming in first place in a skiing competition; a feat he probably wouldn't be able to duplicate these days.<br/><br/>He also had two paintings on the walls, one being a rather lush depiction of Vale's Forest of Forever Fall, and the other one being a rather graphic depiction of 'The Hanging of Saron The Betrayer', a famous serial killer that plagued Eis back before even Erik himself was born.<br/><br/>There was also his desk, which was made of the local wood; it had a burnished orange/yellow hue to it.  It was well-worn, with superficial nicks and scratches in it here and there, but over all, the desk was kept in good shape.