The Shepherd cleared his throat.
"All right, so first, I'll tell you about your year ahead. And listen up because I won't repeat this for those who wander off into daydreams."
A dozen bored faces snapped to attention while a dozen more tried to pretend they'd been listening the whole time.
"The other Shepherds, Bannerets, and I will meet you at least once a week in this hall. Attendance isn't mandatory, but is noted and will be reflected on your overall ranking."
He tapped his cane twice for emphasis.
"You will be drilled until you are good enough. I will not have you break our tradition."
Lothar pointed up at the roof.
"The Colosseum Trials will be held whenever the Gods—if they feel merciful—wish to bestow a Rune, where you would compete to prove your worth as a Runebearer."
