Chapter 585: + Arachne 6
It's funny; I was getting College of Winterhold vibes as we walked through the halls. It was much less...structured in appearance. But there were clearly classes going on, clearly students learning from teachers, and people just randomly studying in various places.
Of course, it wasn't just studious lessons either. The Ancient One took me past a courtyard where they were doing combat lessons without magic, funnily enough.
It seems like they taught hand-to-hand and martial arts here as well.
It didn't take us long as she took us through several corridors, venturing deeper into the monastery-like building.
I glanced to the side to see a man sitting in a seat in the corner of the newest room that she led me into.
"Master Hamir, thank you." She exchanged a polite bow with him as the man snapped a book shut, setting it on a nearby shelf before excusing himself without saying a word.
He never even once glanced at me.
She gestured to a table, and I took a seat as she joined, tea already prepared and steaming in front of me.
"I thought robes denoted status within the sect?" I spoke randomly with the thought that popped in my head. "Along with that guy and some others before, they seemed to have their own sense of fashion."