For a moment, Pytyar looked confused.  He still moved with a fluid grace, just restrained his speed.  "Professor?  Audit?"  Apparently these were new words to him.  "I am Master Pytyar, Reynardine," he said quietly, hand resting unconsciously on the hilt of his sword, as nearly always, "What class do you mean?  I was unaware that the Adepts decided to formalize anything here as yet . . . or perhaps you were misinformed."  He smiled faintly.<br/><br/>He approved of Renie's response, but showed no sign of it.  Displaying preference for a studnet was certainly beneath te dignity of his post.  Well, once he'd accepted a student, that was.  "At the moment, I am the only combat teacher here, and teach all forms of personal defense," he said, then nodded toward the castle, "Perhaps you'd best join us in going inside.  Find a place to stay and determine who would be best to hone your skills, whatever they may be."<br/><br/>(OOC:<strong>Just a further reminder, there are no formal classes and when in doubt in terms of respectful titles, "Master" is probably best, though their rank is better, if the character knows it.</strong>)