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It was almost the end of the week. Which meant that the whole introduction thing was almost over.

Almost, but not quite. But at least this class was different in that it was inexplicably set up in a tavern. One of the teachers might have screwed up the controls of the danger shop.

"Hail and well met!" Magnus said brightly.

Was it really screwing up when it was a totally awesome tavern? "It's too late to change classes," Cara added. "You're stuck learning practical life skills with us."

So much punching was in your future, kids!

"We've got, like, so much advice to give," Magnus promised. "Advice like: the best way to become a professional wrestler, how to hide a body from the cops, how to avoid being dragged into the afterlife for maybe dying a few dozen times..."

He looked at Cara, waiting for more super important topics.

Cara wasn't even questioning Magnus's examples by now. "How to recognise the best tools to solve a problem." And why it was usually your fists.

"So, let's get this started," Magnus said. "Name and one problem you wanna solve. Should we have another thing in there?"

"How good they are at punching." They were going to be judging you anyway, but it'd be nice to know where to start.

"Yeah! That one." Best teachers ever, right?

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And how everyone in it was just one person doing a slightly different voice.

Wayne was sitting on one of the barstools, facing the teachers with his arms cross and a look on his face that made it clear that sitting in a tavern and a greeting like hail and well met did not exactly match up with his expected idea of what came along with practical life skills.

Not unless that practical life skill was just sittin' around a bar and drinking.

...actually, y'wanna know what? That sounded like just about the most practical thing he'd come across at this school yet.

So now Wayne was looking around to see if he could get that fake bartender to get him a nice bottle of fake Puppers.

Elisabeth was uncertain if the friendliness from Monday was going to hold outside of a breakfast situation, but hell if she wasn't going to wave at Wayne anyway.

Wayne noticed the wave from Elisabeth, turned his head a moment to check and see if she might've just been waving to someone behind him. Since there wasn't really anyone behind him, though, he turned his head back and gave her a firm nod in acknowledgement.

He'd have offered a greeting, too, but it seemed impolite to talk in class.

Even if that class was bein' held right now in a tavern.

Elisabeth didn't know much about the etiquette of classes that took place in taverns, but she was happy enough with the nod. Back home, most of the other apprentices wouldn't have done that much, unless Katrien was there to glare them into politeness.

So with another friendly nod in his direction, Elisabeth turned back to her lunch, tucking into her food with neat enthusiasm.

In Austermeer, taverns were generally a place to meet and socialize and eat dinner out, since there were rarely anything so fancy as restaurants, at least out in the hinterlands of Summershall.

So Elisabeth saw nothing wrong with ordering a small beer and a hearty chicken platter, figuring that was lunch neatly sorted.

...She was going to be so disappointed when she realized it was all fake. The wonder of the illusion was going to pale in light of the lack of a proper (and free) lunch.

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