Day 23, Spring of 503 AV
Mid Morning
The Courtyard
Mid Morning
The Courtyard
It had taken Oliver Camlach a day to review the observations made during the assessment spar, and another day and a half to formulate an appropriate curriculum for the vantha. A letter delivered early in the morning to the room Eri was staying in called for his attendance, and so he strolled around the courtyard, waiting for his instructor to arrive.
A bell was struck from the center of the city, and several seconds later the amiable figure of one of Denval's highly popular instructors strode into the courtyard. Either he had an impeccably accurate body clock or he had been waiting for the time. Carrying a heavy sack, he dropped the sack in the corner of the courtyard, the huge cloth rattling with the variety of wooden, iron-cored practice swords held within.
Eri shrugged off these pointless thoughts and bowed to the man, greeting his respectfully as was required of all students, whether local or foreign, "Good morning, Master Camlach. I have appeared in response to your summons."
Camlach nodded briefly in acknowledgement, taking out a small notepad, flipping several pages before scanning through a page. "At ease, student. Glad that you could make it," He said, his eyes quickly going through whatever he had written to refresh his memory.
"Alright, this is what I have to say about you. Do not be joyous or offended with whatever I am about to say, for I do not intend to compliment nor insult. This is a factual observation and analysis performed to the best extent of my abilities, knowledge and experience. Are you ready?"
Eridanus nodded, eager to know about his strengths and weaknesses, "I am, Master Camlach. Do tell."
"You are inherently skilled with both your blades, though I can see that you picked up the use of the other sword much later. You are still lacking proficiency in terms of wielding two weapons effectively, but your skill in a single blade is wonderful compared to the rest of the students. However, your combat style is largely instinctive, and though it speaks of vast practical combat experience, you lack properly structured knowledge and when faced with a trained opponent with similar or even slightly lower practical experience you will most definitely lose."
Camlach paused, looking at Eridanus for any reaction. There was none. Clearing his throat, he continued, "You are in a unique position, for you are too good for my basic classes, but lack the required knowledge to be in my senior classes. Instead, you will follow this custom program that I set up with you. The administrative details have been settled with the staff of the Academy. You only need to follow what I will tell you. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Wonderful. You will attend classes with the senior batch of students, but only the theoretical lectures. Do not frown on the seeming irrelevance of such lectures, for they are important in solidifying combat concepts and tactical considerations. I fully expect you to not miss a class unless you had valid reason. Are you with me?"
"No skipping classes. Understood."
A bell was struck from the center of the city, and several seconds later the amiable figure of one of Denval's highly popular instructors strode into the courtyard. Either he had an impeccably accurate body clock or he had been waiting for the time. Carrying a heavy sack, he dropped the sack in the corner of the courtyard, the huge cloth rattling with the variety of wooden, iron-cored practice swords held within.
Eri shrugged off these pointless thoughts and bowed to the man, greeting his respectfully as was required of all students, whether local or foreign, "Good morning, Master Camlach. I have appeared in response to your summons."
Camlach nodded briefly in acknowledgement, taking out a small notepad, flipping several pages before scanning through a page. "At ease, student. Glad that you could make it," He said, his eyes quickly going through whatever he had written to refresh his memory.
"Alright, this is what I have to say about you. Do not be joyous or offended with whatever I am about to say, for I do not intend to compliment nor insult. This is a factual observation and analysis performed to the best extent of my abilities, knowledge and experience. Are you ready?"
Eridanus nodded, eager to know about his strengths and weaknesses, "I am, Master Camlach. Do tell."
"You are inherently skilled with both your blades, though I can see that you picked up the use of the other sword much later. You are still lacking proficiency in terms of wielding two weapons effectively, but your skill in a single blade is wonderful compared to the rest of the students. However, your combat style is largely instinctive, and though it speaks of vast practical combat experience, you lack properly structured knowledge and when faced with a trained opponent with similar or even slightly lower practical experience you will most definitely lose."
Camlach paused, looking at Eridanus for any reaction. There was none. Clearing his throat, he continued, "You are in a unique position, for you are too good for my basic classes, but lack the required knowledge to be in my senior classes. Instead, you will follow this custom program that I set up with you. The administrative details have been settled with the staff of the Academy. You only need to follow what I will tell you. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Wonderful. You will attend classes with the senior batch of students, but only the theoretical lectures. Do not frown on the seeming irrelevance of such lectures, for they are important in solidifying combat concepts and tactical considerations. I fully expect you to not miss a class unless you had valid reason. Are you with me?"
"No skipping classes. Understood."