A few moments after everyone entered the theater, a thin man walks in.
He has shabby brown hair, with an unattractive, wrinkled face that looks miserable, above all else.
With a slightly hunched posture, he walks into the hall and towards the lectern that stands on an elevated platform right in front of all of us in the vast expanse. As he ascends the stairs, I observe his labored breathing, which now echoes in the silent hall.
Indeed, everyone who was engaging in all manner of chatter or civil discourse is now silent.
I also look around and believe everyone is present.
The source of my confidence lies in the Randalorion Code of Nobility, which frowns upon tardiness as well as side talks in lecture halls.
As such, all students are expected to arrive a few minutes before every lecture.
And once the lecturer steps in, silence is an expected virtue.
So far, it seems all the students embody these rules. Just the look on their faces tells me that none of them dares to break them.
