“Indeed, this has been a tradition ever since we set up shop! The students of Forsyth’s have been a great help! This is the least we can do to help!”
“Ay? Thae’s a mightae sandwitch yae got thae?”
A voice pops out from behind. A short lady, with green hair beams.
“Aey mister? Could I hae one?”
“Here you go missy!”
“That’s completely fine. I don’t think the military cares much for birth status rather than your abilities in combat. So I hope we can prove ourselves together at the academy!”
Magnus walks to the Academy, his bag bouncing over his shoulder. He grabs the gate and looks back.
In relief Matija didn’t question his background, he says “Well, then best of luck to both of us, friend.”
“Ah. New students have we not?”
The fishing guy pops up.
“Interested in fishing by any chance?”
“Seems like a good way to pass the time before we head to the academy” Matija walks over to the older student
As you approach the gates, you see lines of students lining up by a camp. There is a sign that says “Report here”.
There are several students with a ribbon around their left arms ushering the people around. That would be the student council.
When you are ready to advance in the story, go to queue up. You will not be able to leave the school from then on, so take note.
“Great! Here’s these for you.”
The boy passes a fishing rod to each of them.
“Fishing is an articulate occupation, therefore these rods should be useful. If you ever come by the Fishing Club in the Student Union building, I can give stuff out for fish you’ve caught!”
He then goes into how to hook a bait, the basic know-hows of fishing.
Faustus takes the rod, listening to the senior as he describes how to fish. Who knows, he might’ve found his new hobby.
“The more the merrier!”
He hands out a rod to Magnus as well.
“And I shall introduce myself.”
Noble - Family is the head of a fishing tool manufacturing company.
“I am Gaven Fawkings. Welcome to Finera! You’ll have a lot to deal with in the future, but nothing relaxes more than a fishing expedition.”
“Indeed. I’ve grown up on a boat, myself. I’m quite competent in the art.”
Magnus took the rod, holding it with the careless ease only a professional has.
Jem glances around, heading to one of the student council. “hey, where do I officially sign up?”
“Anything in nature helps relax, in my experience.” Faustus looks at the newcomer, before saying “Faustus. Faustus Duilius, and this is Matija” he gestures toward matija. “Now, may I ask, who are you?” He also offers Magnus a handshake, as if it was customary.
Students are lining up in front of the makeshift counter.
“This way,” One of the student council members lead James to the queue.
