After an uneventful breakfast with Ryker, I head off to my first class of Werehistory. The classroom is located in a lecture hall that's near the tunnel I used to enter this academy on my first day.
I walk through the familiar passage that is cut from stone and covered with moss and other living plants that I can see while they are bathed in light shining from the magical orbs floating above. The door to the classroom is open, and I can see that it is made from a dark type of wood and adjourned with metal that has been darkened and worn over time.
There is a wide metal bar across the top and the bottom of the door that are decorated with swirls that turn into droplets as it falls down the length of the door. As I walk past the door, I can see that at eye-level, a wolf head is carved into the wood that has its lips peeled back in a growl and exudes ferocity and authority.
