"Alright, brats," Adham stood tall as their instructor and captain, Sirus Ironheart, spoke with his booming voice. "Since we finished earlier than expected, I am dismissing all of you."
A collective sigh of relief swept through the ranks of the first-year student knights, with some even breaking into cheers. This earned them a sharp glare from Sirus, his one good eye flashing under the ornate eyepatch he wore, intricately designed with stars.
"Did I say you can all cheer? Do you want me to extend your time here and have you do drills?" Sirus asked with a threatening tone, making Adham internally sigh. His peers were being too rowdy, despite knowing well enough they were in the presence of a former war knight.
