"Let's hurry up. We don't have much time."
Pushing against the doors of the wardrobe, Fen attempted to close it despite all the clothes and stuff in it pushing doing everything that it could to prevent him from doing so. Across the room, Arla was carefully stacking the rest of their luggage in another piece of furniture, clearly hoping that their new home wouldn't bear the marks of the quick moving-in that they performed.
"It's okay, it's okay. Your lessons start later, and given how pitiful my talent is, it doesn't matter if I'm late for mine."
As annoying as it was, Fen couldn't help but agree with how the problem of their lessons was solved. No matter how nice it would be to have the lessons together, the difference in their innate skill was obvious. Given how being an arcanist was the most beneficial and opportuneful part of Fen's entire self, as boring as could be, going to the special class for the token holders was a must for him.
