Dhug'mhar announced his intention to contribute to the learning hall's curriculum on a morning when the season's first genuine cold had sharpened the air and his cold damage had been particularly quiet, which he took as an encouraging sign from the universe.
He arrived at the learning hall with Graka at his side, a clay ink pot, enough parchment to write a moderately sized manual, and the confident stride of a chieftain who had faced a demon, survived the Blue Countess's seventh-circle frost magic, and was therefore qualified to speak with authority on the subject of physical endurance.
Sakh'arran was at the learning hall reviewing the new adjudicator training materials when he heard the entrance. He looked up, assessed the ink pot, assessed the parchment stack, and made no immediate comment. Two years of working alongside Dhug'mhar had given him a refined ability to identify situations that required waiting before responding.
