“Demby is the High Magistrate’s nephew, and Ceres is the Earl of Cork’s younger brother. They are… well, just full of themselves.” He touched his jaw, though there was no mark. “Do yourself a favour and try not to get trapped anywhere.” He gave her a tight smile, but didn’t elaborate.<br/><br/>“Well, you’re a first-year. You won’t get to do the exciting things until the schoolmasters know they can trust you. The day is split in half – outside and inside lessons. Inside lessons are the usual – history, learning how to write reports, map drawing and suchlike. Outside lessons are things like astrology, hunting, surviving in the wild – that’s one that everyone underestimates – and, of course, dragon care. You’ll get to clean out the dragon eyries, maintain the tack and learn the up-close stuff about the beasts. You’ll get taught the basics first. Choices come later.”<br/><br/>He stopped suddenly, flashing her an awkward grin and nodding to the door they were outside of. “I almost went passed it. This one’s yours. See?” He pointed to the doorframe, where a tiny Grimsword crest had been carved long ago.<br/>