The man's presence was commanding, but quiet.
Not loud like Sera.
Not casual like Fausten.
Just efficient.
He walked straight to the front, set down a thick collection of scrolls, and then finally looked up.
"I am Instructor Verrian."
His voice was even, steady.
"I do not care about your backgrounds. I do not care about your names. I do not care about the titles you will inherit."
A pause.
Then, he smiled.
"But I do care about how quickly you will lose a war if you act like idiots."
Lindarion felt a flicker of interest.
'Oh, he looks amusing at least..'
This guy might actually be worth listening to.
Cassian let out a soft laugh, clearly impressed.
Several nobles, however, did not look amused.
Verrian ignored them.
Instead, he lifted a hand and gestured toward the massive maps hanging behind him.
"Today, we will begin by discussing the fundamentals of warfare. Territory. Movement. Logistics."
His gaze swept the class.
