Torc felt slightly more at ease then he had in the Registrar’s Office. The people around him had made him feel like he was always been watched and judged. Here in the library the quiet focus of the people around him felt more at peace. Here was a place where people came to gather knowledge and focus their mind. In a way it felt like the home he had grown up in, granted there wasn’t constant chores to be done and at several work desks it appeared that men and women were free to sit across from one another. But this felt a lot more familiar then the office.
Though Torc hated to ask questions he was finally able to have a few student point the way to Professor Stonemiller. He was quiet when he found the man As he looked down at the Professor, he began to chew his lip thinking over various details that he should include. Torc stepped forward his head bowed and the feeling of humble youth came over him. He hadn’t felt so alone and small since Priestess Lara caught him sneak a few spice cakes after dinner.
“Sir, excuse my interruption, but the Registrar said that I must talk to you about tending magic classes. I was hoping to talk classes on Magecraft or glyphin’. I have a bit of both sir, along with a lot of smithin’ and carpentry. I am would be more then happy working in the mageforges on building smaller components if you like.”
Torc felt his feet began to fidget. He felt like a single word from this man could destroy any hope of him advancing his knowledge in such thing. “Sir, please, I know about hard work and won’t fail you. The only thing that ever felt right to me is a hammer in my hand and the chanting of Magecraft. The energy that courses around the forge and mixing the harmony… it feels like the world an you are one, sir. It’s the only time I feel like I am in the place where I should be.”
Torc was feeling his stomach began to tight, “Sir, please, crafting is one of the few joys that I have.”