Villainous Instructor at the Academy

The days went by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two days had already passed.

I woke up early that morning and quickly made my way to the armory. The place was quiet at this hour, with only a few students and instructors picking up equipment. Most of them barely spared me a glance.

I looked around and spotted Dale behind the shelves and walked towards him. He handled all requests personally, making sure nothing went missing without proper documentation.

He looked up as I approached, barely lifting his head from the ledger he was scribbling in.

"Here to pick up the items you requested?"

"Yeah," I said, resting my arms on the counter.

Dale grunted and stood up, stretching his back before heading to the storage room. I heard the clatter of supplies being shifted, the sound of metal scraping against wood.

A few minutes later, he returned with a neatly stacked bundle of gear.

"Hunting spear, utility knives, flint-and-steel, rope. Everything you asked for." He set it down in front of me. "Sign here."

I grabbed the quill and scrawled my name on the ledger. Dale scanned it, then gave a short nod.

"Try not to die out there."