The queue slowly walked, but gradually I began to see the door and on it and the inscription on average a person or a representative of another race stayed there for five or ten minutes, most likely the reason was in the clothes and their sizes for each race.
While I was standing, I began to look around in the queue, there were both representatives of people and representatives of such races as light elves, dark elves, and a couple of dwarves were visible. If I remember correctly, the highest quality weapons were considered to be forged by dwarves, they were masters of this. Having opened the map, I began to look for a certain place on it, having found it, I made a mental note in my head that it would be necessary to go to the forge to see if dwarves or representatives of other races were working there.
Coming out of my thoughts, I found that I was going the next girl in front of me had already entered, after waiting a couple more minutes, the door opened and she came out of it when she saw me, she clicked and went on.
Shrugging, I opened the door and entered, I was greeted by the smell of clothes along the walls, various forms hung from mages to swordsmen. There was a table in the far edge and a man dressed in simple clothes was sitting behind it, demonstrating that he was not a professor, not a stufon.
Approaching the table, I examined the person in front of me, as I understand it, he was a hired worker; his task was to issue uniforms and keys to the rooms. He also looked at me after a couple of seconds he asked with a sigh.
- The talent of a magician or a swordsman? - Asked the man looking into my eyes at the table he had a hoarse voice.
- A swordsman is a mage hunter. - I answered him in a calm voice, noticing how his eyebrow twitched, but he hid his surprise. After leaving the table, walking along the wall with one hand, he pushed his friend's form away and took out a certain one, returning to the table, taking out a knife, he handed it to me.
- You need to seal it so that no one but you can put it on and any attack is blocked by a magic shield, if you ruin the uniform or lose it, a new one will cost forty currency, also sign here for receipt. -The man spoke in a calm, hoarse voice, handing me a knife and a document that I took the uniform from the warehouse, nodding my head, I took the knife, pricked my finger.
Seeing how a drop of blood fell on the coat of arms on the uniform and it lit up, I returned the knife to the man and signed for receipt, the man nodded and took it out of the table put the key on top of the form.
- Free, do not lose the key to the room for this fine fifty currency and replacement locks one hundred currency. - The man warned me, but I noted in my head that it would be necessary to treat clothes and the key as jewels. I did not yet know how difficult it was to earn currency at the academy.
Leaving the warehouse, I saw how the queue became even longer, skipping the next one, I put the uniform on my hand and looked at the map, I needed to find a hostel for stufons, for this I needed to go out into the courtyard, go through the park and, in theory, there will be a hostel. Mentally nodding to my plans, I heard how the stufons communicated with each other. Going further along the corridor and going downstairs, I found a way out of the academy.
Coming out of the gate, I saw a park where stufons were sitting under the trees, someone was resting, someone could be seen with friends discussing something, listening to the laughter of different races, I went through the park in the sky, the sun was shining, a light breeze tousled my hair, because of which I had to try to put my hair in order but due to the fact that my hands were busy, I had to forget about putting my head in order.