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you speak and or write any other languages?”
                  “I learned whatever language it is that they speak in Tranquility Mist. I know a few words of Dwarven, but beyond that...” Shawnrik realized that he did indeed know another language, but as it was one only used by the seedier side of the citizenry of Safeharbor, he decided that they didn't need to know that here. “...No.”
                  Her eyebrow twitched as he once again paused in his reply. He found himself hoping that she didn't assume he was slow.
                  “What about Mathematics?” she asked a moment later.
                  “Well, I can count pretty high, and I can add up my money,” Shawnrik said, not really sure what she was asking. “Is that what you mean?”
                  Taking a deep breath, Instructor Daymarr nodded, and wrote some more on her paper before asking. “Where did you grow up?”
                  “In the Dock's District of Safeharbor.”
                  “Have you ever had any formal education?”
                  “No ma'am. I had to learn a lot of things on my own, and then I had some friends that helped me a lot.” As she began writing again Shawnrik had the urge to say, “But I'm not dumb.”
                  Surprise crossed the instructor's features for a moment before they softened into something more compassionate. “No, of course you aren't. It is not your fault that you haven't had a formal education before now. I'm going to take a guess and say that you lost your parents when you were very young?” When he nodded, she began scribbling on the paper again, asking, “So you had to survive on the streets? Alone?”
                  “For a while, but after a time I was taken in by ol' man Walkins, me and a few other kids. He gave us a roof over our heads and food, in exchange for our work. Then Victor came along, and it was pretty much just him and me, even though we still did jobs for Walkins...”
                  “Victor?” She interrupted, looking over her notes. “That is the one who taught you how to read and write?”
                  “Yes, that's the one. We did a lot of jobs together until we were pretty much adopted by Nim and Ashur.” Shawnrik smiled at the memories that came forward as he answered, finding strength in the knowledge that he had good friends out in the world.
                  “Nim... and Ashur?” Instructor Daymarr asked, tapping the side of her chin with her writing utensil as if trying to think of where she knew the names from. Her eyes grew a little wider a moment before she asked, “Nim Mithriannil and David 'Ashur' Theromvore?” Her voice was a little louder now than it was during her previous questions.
                  “Yes.” Shawnrik had known that Nim was sort of infamous throughout Terrazil, but the fact that she knew Ashur's name made Shawnrik a little curious about his mentor's history.
                  “So, Victor is around your age as well?”
                  Again, she came at him with a question he had not been expecting. Deciding that he had already told her a lot already, he didn't see any harm in filling in some of the details. “No, Victor would be ten now.” Guessing the next question, Shawnrik said, “He was seven when he began teaching me to read and write.”
                  The instructor's hand stopped moving for a moment, and Shawnrik almost laughed when he saw the look of incredulity that was on her face. He suppressed the urge, however, because it would have been rude, and he wanted to be on her good side. Shawnrik looked around instead, and noticed that the hall was empty of children, and several of the remaining instructors were looking in their direction, obviously wondering why she was talking about Nim and Ashur.  Yet again