Ravak smiled again as he took back his quill. Fiona was a refreshing change, both from her youthful appearance, and from her determined demeanour. The lack of interest in romantic relationships was also good; it just complicated things, not that Rav would have traded his relationship for the world.
"No need for apologies," he stated, amused at the severity and sincerity at which she had already taken to her new role. "You can simply say Drin, if you like. It is a mouthful, as you say." Rav pulled the ledger back towards himself, closing it. With the ter'angreal, there was no need to wait for the ink to dry. "As for now, well. I would take you out and show you the Yards, normally, but as we started there. And as you already know your weapon of choice." Rav grimaced, then grinned, then scratched at his beard in quick succession. "Well, I probably just show you to your room."
Rav rose, quickly glancing at one of the pieces of paper on his desk. Scrawled with his own handwriting, it was illegible to anyone else, aside from the sequential numbers that ran down the margins. "You're blessed with a room all for yourself, at least until another female Drin comes along." Rav led the way back through the Warder Hall towards the dormitories, chatting amenably as they walked. "It is your responsibility to maintain your room, its furnishings and its appearance. Once you're settled in, if you have any questions, you can seek me out, or you can ask another Gaidin or Gaidar if they aren't already occupied with some task.
"You will hear a bell each hour of the day, denoting a change in duties. You have this day and the next to yourself, to get orientated, and so you can sign up for various classes. If you need a mentor, you can seek one yourself or I can assign you; the latter is usually best. Otherwise, you'll learn the schedule quickly enough."
Ravak related the rest of the list of rules and requirements expected of Drin'far'ji, which was long enough a speech to lead them to Fiona's room. Producing a key, Rav unlocked the door and pushed it wide open. Inside were two beds, each with a good sized chest at the foot of it, and a singular desk and chair set in between. He would arrange the uniforms and other clothing and bedding later. "Enjoy the solitude whilst you have it." The Master of Training produced a second key from a pocket, and placed both into Fiona's hand. "It's tradition for you to have two sets of keys. You may entrust the second to a friend or confidant."
Ravak took a step back, so that Fiona had access into her new room. "Do you have any further questions, before I leave you to it?"
"No need for apologies," he stated, amused at the severity and sincerity at which she had already taken to her new role. "You can simply say Drin, if you like. It is a mouthful, as you say." Rav pulled the ledger back towards himself, closing it. With the ter'angreal, there was no need to wait for the ink to dry. "As for now, well. I would take you out and show you the Yards, normally, but as we started there. And as you already know your weapon of choice." Rav grimaced, then grinned, then scratched at his beard in quick succession. "Well, I probably just show you to your room."
Rav rose, quickly glancing at one of the pieces of paper on his desk. Scrawled with his own handwriting, it was illegible to anyone else, aside from the sequential numbers that ran down the margins. "You're blessed with a room all for yourself, at least until another female Drin comes along." Rav led the way back through the Warder Hall towards the dormitories, chatting amenably as they walked. "It is your responsibility to maintain your room, its furnishings and its appearance. Once you're settled in, if you have any questions, you can seek me out, or you can ask another Gaidin or Gaidar if they aren't already occupied with some task.
"You will hear a bell each hour of the day, denoting a change in duties. You have this day and the next to yourself, to get orientated, and so you can sign up for various classes. If you need a mentor, you can seek one yourself or I can assign you; the latter is usually best. Otherwise, you'll learn the schedule quickly enough."
Ravak related the rest of the list of rules and requirements expected of Drin'far'ji, which was long enough a speech to lead them to Fiona's room. Producing a key, Rav unlocked the door and pushed it wide open. Inside were two beds, each with a good sized chest at the foot of it, and a singular desk and chair set in between. He would arrange the uniforms and other clothing and bedding later. "Enjoy the solitude whilst you have it." The Master of Training produced a second key from a pocket, and placed both into Fiona's hand. "It's tradition for you to have two sets of keys. You may entrust the second to a friend or confidant."
Ravak took a step back, so that Fiona had access into her new room. "Do you have any further questions, before I leave you to it?"
