<div class="floatleft">(http://i7.minus.com/jxBjetxhc0SaH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Professor 'T'<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Avalanche Faculty<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Healing Arts Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Team Clay Dewclaw, one other NPC team<br/><br/>Eight students, all in all, would eventually settle into her class. There were seats, of course; like most of the classes, this was set up in an auditorium style, with enough seating space for 20 people.  The other team was one of the others that was new to the school this year.<br/><br/>As each one passed by, their teacher would stare at them. There was an oddity about the skull mask; it did not show her eyes. Where they ought to be, there was just black, empty pits. This usually unsettled people, but the truly perceptive might see how this was accomplished; a thin, gauze-y, black cloth was on the inside of the skull; probably part of a lining to make it more comfortable to wear. Presumably, she had no problems seeing through the material, it just had the effect of blocking her eyes from being seen.<br/><br/>"hmmm, Dewclaw." She says the word experimentally, the tapping on her drums slowly fading into nothingness. The wooden instrument would soon find its way beneath her desk, and she arose, slithering her way over to them. "Is it?" She asked  Caden, seemingly mocking his question; but no, she wasn't. She said it far too seriously, too heavily, for it to be an insult or a joke. "That's a question for you to answer, not me." Oh gods above, the class is just beginning, and she's already being cryptic.<br/><br/>"So! I am Professor Trajeddigt. Or just 'T', like that sappy drink your folk make." She made a reference to the pine needle tea that many people in Eis drank to keep them warm. "And it is my task to teach you all how to handle yourselves when you are injured. I will also be teaching you the valuable skill of<em>avoiding</em>injury. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, after all."<br/><br/>As she spoke, she would be moving back to her desk; backwards. She looked like she was moving forwards, but nope, she was moving backwards; did not let a single one of her charges out of her sight. Nor did she run into anything, she casually maneuvered around her desk, and settled upon it in a decidedly casual, un-teacher-ly manner. "<strong>First, know thyself.</strong>" She was quiet for a moment, as she contorted backwards to open one of the desk drawers.<br/><br/>"<strong>Tick tock!</strong>Quick,<em>you</em>," She gestured to Caden with an outstretched finger. "How does what I just say correspond to yesterday's physical exam?<strong>Seven.</strong>" For those curious as to how the number has anything at all to do with her question, all they had to do was wait a single second to hear... "<strong>Six.</strong>" She's counting down. He had about five seconds to not only come up with an answer, but to deliver it as well.  And he would have to do it while she was counting down aloud.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, she was busy spooning some dried, flaky, powdery substance from the glass jar she had acquired from her desk. It was clearly marked 'Purple Moth Powder'; and that spooned out portion?  It disappears up under her mask, and apparently, is consumed straight.