Arran hurried through the training fields, feeling some panic as he tried to find the group of novices he was supposed to train. The sun was already up and groups of students were gathering in the fields around him, but he had yet to find his own novices.
At random, he approached one of the groups' teachers, a young woman he figured for an adept.
She glanced at him as he approached, but then, her eyes went wide. "You're the one who defeated Doran!"
"I am," Arran confirmed hastily. "But right now, I'm looking for…" He paused, trying to recall the name. "The Dragon's Claw, I think it was?"
"The Dragon's Fist," she corrected him. "That's Doran's group. Figures they'd let you train the House's most advanced novices. You'll find them about a mile from here, near the western gate."
Arran quickly thanked her, then departed at a run.
