Borr walked down the corridor with two first year students trailing behind him.
The first, a short beastkin boy with black and white patterned hair and small, round ears like a badger, walked energetically.
The second was a brawny Northern boy with brown hair.
Borr walked ahead. "You'll be chopping meat. There's already an upper class student handling most of the job inside. All you have to do is assist. You can handle that, right?"
The badgerkin puffed up his chest. "Hunting is a part of our life, Old Borr. Butchering is nothing."
The Northerner simply nodded. "Whatever the task, we can handle it, Instructor Borr."
Borr glanced back at the two of them. "What's inside might be a little different than what you're imagining."
The two boys looked at each other, confused, but Borr had already turned his back to them.
They continued forward, and sounds began to drift from up ahead.
