Bahadir sheathed his dagger, but not before cleaning the drop of blood on its edge with an old handkerchief. He walked with Adolphus, looking at the<em>children</em>one last time before he turned his attention to him.<em>"Bahadir, Fur Hunter from East. I'm here to learn about this place"</em>he looked at him again with that glare<em>"...and I don't appreciate abuse of powerful positions. These students are all either too young and foolish to understand discipline, or too early in their immortality to know their place. Either way, trying to force discipline on them like this was wrong, I do not believe you have the capacity to hold yourself back from responding to provocation.... and these kids will probably be great at it"</em>. His words were alien to him at first, he didn't understand his apparent sentimentality towards the students.<br/><br/><em>Why?</em>he thought, he had never cared for anyone but himself, why did he now? However, after a brief moment of pondering, he cast the thought from his mind<em>"You must earn their respect if you wish to teach them. Forcing them will only result in unpleasant confrontations"</em>he placed his hand on the hilt of the sword on his belt, seemingly resting it<em>"Besides, you wouldn't want an elder daddy to hate you"</em>