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picked up some sort of bound paper bundle, and a writing instrument.
                  Shawnrik suppressed a frown at the openly curious looks from the children throughout the hall. Looking around he noticed that there were children of every race he had ever heard of, and a few that he hadn't. Elves, Gnomes, Halflings, and Giants seemed to be the most prevalent of the races in the room, though there were a few others that surprised him, like a small group of Orcs, and something that looked like a Goblin, but was built like a Dwarf. He had a moment of relief when he realized that he wouldn't be the shortest student his age, but that moment was quickly quashed by the thought that he would also be the oldest new student.
                  “Excuse me.” Part of his mind yelled at him as he was studiously attempting to ignore the rest of the room, and it took him a moment to realize that the comment had been directed at him. Looking down, he realized that the line in front of him was empty, and he was next in line to talk to the instructor.
                  “Oh, goodness, I'm sorry,” Shawnrik said, taking a seat on the small stone bench in front of the table.
                  Instructor Daymarr gave him a smile that told him everything was alright, before she began reading the papers in front of her. “It says here that your name is Shawnrik.” It had been a statement, but Shawnrik realized that it had also been a question so he nodded. “Good, it says that Elder Lightfeather took you in a year and a half ago, but it doesn't say why.” 
                  She had clearly wanted him to give her a reason, but as he didn't know himself all he could do was shrug. The look he received in reply was one that he didn't think he wanted to be on the other end of ever again, but he couldn't tell her what he didn't know.
                  “Right, well we can sort all of that out later.”
                  “Yes ma'am.” That look returned to her face again, making him want to apologize for whatever it was that he had done wrong.
                  “Well, you speak Common well enough, it seems. Can you also read and write?” She seemed to be reading from a list and filling in his answers.
                  “Yes, though I have never been to school. I learned how a few years ago,” Shawnrik said.
                  “Really? Who taught you?” Her writing instrument had begun to move quickly at his answer, and he immediately became defensive as she asked the question. He knew it was an irrational feeling, but he couldn't control it, nor could he control the memories that flooded in as he considered it.
                  “My friend Victor,” Shawnrik said, teeth gritted.
                  “And was this friend of yours formally educated?” she asked, still writing, unaware of his discomfort.
                  He had not anticipated this as her next question, and the confusion made him falter for a second before answering. “Um, yes, I believe so. He was way too smart not to have been, but I think a lot of it was also things that he had been taught by his...” Shawnrik realized that he didn't know how to refer to Shaylyn in this context. She was not Victor's mother, but she had raised him. He also didn't think that he should tell anyone about a lot of the things that she had taught Victor. Leaving the statement open like that, however, might lead to more questions that he was unable to answer—or unwilling to answer—so he finished the thought a moment later with, “...his adopted mother.”
                  Instructor Daymarr was looking across at Shawnrik. He knew that she had registered his hesitation, and he saw the questions forming in her eyes. A tired sigh escaped her lips instead, and Shawnrik was glad when she looked down at her paper and read the next question. “Do