<strong>Name;</strong>Abilishtar<br/><strong>Time;</strong>Day 1, Morning<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Outside Main Hall, Main Hall<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Anyone<br/><br/>"With her own matters, probably class related. Though I envy her excuse a bit. I don't understand why the students don't simply devour each other to survive. But I was warned that that can cause complications or something or the other."<br/><br/>Abil spoke with a cool tone as he posted a certain topic that always plagued him. Not that he didn't enjoy his job, or the occasional non-idiotic student, and the perks of the job sure helped, but he had always believed in quality over quantity. And this school just seemed like a way to help as many students as possible and hope at least a few of them had decent luck on earth, which so few had. That certainly wasn't his goal. If he wanted quantity in his work, he would have gotten a harem to please him and a legion of soldiers to war against the humans, but he cared for neither and preferred the way he did things. Of course that was another thing he had been warned against teaching them, like so many other warnings he had gotten.