A final rush of cut, sizzle, and roar of the hearth fire puts the finishing touches on the banquet, though still most of your classmates worry themselves as to whether it will be enough. The clamor outside the kitchen has increased - indeed, when you poke your head into the cafeteria hall, all three classes have taken their seats, and the instructor table at the head of the room is fully attended as well. Sapphire still rushes around the room putting finishing touches on the decorations, but to her credit she's managed to do a good job - rustic, if minimal, but the bright splash of the colors does much to brighten the room, and the charming decor on each table will set well the scene to come for the approaching meal. Talk fills the hall to volume - old friends catching each other up on their weeks spent back home. Rellka, still, is no where to be seen.
Class Nine concludes its assignment by walking out the dishes to the serving buffet. Jesting whistles and applause welcomes the class as the plates of roasted boar, oat flour biscuits, boar and carrot stew, fried apples, drum and onion dumplings (some of the students managed to hook some fish from the coastline), and spiced apple cobbler come out in sequence next to the stacks of dishes and flatware. As you finish setting up the food, Instructor Oren walks down from the teacher's table. An easy smile graces his face.
"Well done, everyone!" He scans the class; if he notices the absence of one student, he doesn't betray it. "Now, please stand in a line at the back of the hall - Principal Stellan will let you know when you can sit." He looks over the food and gives a quick thumbs up before jogging back to the other instructors. "Looks delicious!"
Rion squirms in his uniform as he sidles up next to Xander in line. "Aww, man, we gotta wait even longer now? I'm
starving!"
The nyctikin huffs and poofs her feathers out in frustration. "Do you think the Instructor noticed? I mean, he
has to know how many of us are in his class, right?"
"I-I tried my best with the decorations!" Sapphire's ears wiggle.
"I'm not talking about
that." The scorn from the nyctikin's voice makes the gold elf wince.
The thrynn with the green bandana cracks his neck. "Would you quit complaining? Let's all try to get through the first day, okay? Gods."
The nightjar audibly scoffs, but doesn't answer. Amal shifts uncomfortably.
At the center of the instructor table, an aged man in a navy blue uniform adorned with hanging medals stands up from his seat. His hair and beard are the color of steel, his features sharp. The room gradually quiets without his asking - the mantle of authority fits him perfectly. Without clearing his throat, he speaks. His voice fills the room with little effort.
"Good afternoon. If I have not yet introduced myself to you, I am Principal Walder Stellan. It is my distinct pleasure to welcome you, new students, returning students, and staff, to another year at Spearpoint." A round of applause answers, then quickly subsides. "I understand that we are all weary from our travels and eager to see what our newest arrivals, Class Nine, have made for our introductory banquet ceremony. I hope you will indulge me a few announcements, and some advice as we head into our coming year.
"The first announcement I have is a welcome to our newest instructor." He opens his arm to his right. At the end of the instructor table, next to your own Instructor Oren, the ophidikin you noticed earlier on the campus field stands. Their gaze is just as intense, almost unblinking. It's clear beneath their uniform is a landscape of muscle. "Ibex Arrabett comes to us from Redgate. They'll be the home instructor for Class Six, and the Survival Seminar instructor. I expect you will welcome them as warmly as anyone else on campus." The scattering of applause suggests the contrary. The instructor sits.
"The second announcement concerns Spearpoint Town." For this, the Principal fishes a small card from his jacket. "A tea shop,
The Cozy Caravan, has opened in town and is looking forward to serving hot tea, biscuits, and cakes. Additionally,
The Split Wick will continue it's tradition of student discounts for the first semester of the new year." A small murmur of excitement and pumped fists among the crowd. Principal Stellan stows the card.
"Now. Some advice." He waits for the room to fully quiet again. "We stride into this new year amid unsteady ground. It is no secret that King Rimer is in ill health. We all hope for his quick recovery. It is also well known that there's a swath of opinions on the spread of the rail lines from our eastern neighbor, Crowsend, and the effects that it has on communities large and small." A small pause, allowed. "We do not have the luxury of ignoring the troubles that exist in our time. We learn and grow in the soil of these troubles. To pretend otherwise would be worse than folly. So, to this, I offer the following advice."
The Principal scans the room, as if trying to meet the eyes of each student. "Listen. Watch. Absorb all the knowledge and context you can. We work in hope that cooler heads will prevail, that peace will mortar the cracks between the Continent. But we prepare ourselves for the possibility that the world will need the educated, the determined, the clever, and the decisive in the moment when peace fails."
"See yourself in that role. Hone yourself for that purpose. Read the words above the arch to our campus, and rise to that challenge -
upon your shoulders, the world you build. For those of you who have only just joined us, you may see yourself as individuals. When dawn breaks tomorrow, that ends. You will be students of Spearpoint. Know the responsibility. Do your best. Be your best.
Exceed."
The Principal nods at the responding applause. As it dies, he finishes. "Thank you. And now, to dinner. Welcome again, one and all, to Spearpoint Military Academy!"