Re: Return to the Nautical Academy
The rather grand entrance way is flanked on either side by statues of Hydana, God of the Sea. The building houses one enormous classroom, filled with decaying desks and musty books and charts. It is in uproar. Rival groups of pupils seem to be conducting mass warfare against one another, and soon you are embroiled in a battlefield of water-bombs, ink-pellets, peas and other more unsavoury missiles. Slumped on a desk at the front of the class is the portly shape of the teacher. He is snoring softly, caked in dust, and is clutching a half-eaten and rapidly browning apple. Tied to its stem is a note: 'To Sir, from your beluvved pueples.'
Shaking does no good and even close proximity to Tarrian's breath has no obvious effect on the dozing schoolmaster.