If Professor Ringo's history lesson had been a battlefield, then Thane Ironforge would have perished twelve times at the very least.
By the time the morning classes ended, the giant's eyes were wide open…
He had dry beads of sweat on his forehead. His arms and legs were shaking from the fight-or-flight stress.
He looked exactly as though he had survived an actual war.
History had been followed by Bentram Studies, a mandatory subject for all first-year students regardless of their specialization. There, the students learned about the kingdom's laws, noble hierarchy, trade structure, taxes, geography, and governmental institutions.
Thane had remained awake for exactly thirty-one minutes.
Conor had counted.
The giant had lasted only because the instructor, Lady Maribel, possessed an exceptionally loud voice and an even louder cane, which she delighted in striking against the podium whenever someone lost focus.
Startled, Thane had nearly fallen from his chair twice.
