h to talk.  If Jula was right, they were both still raging.
	Where was Triana?  He needed her to help him sort this out!  She said she was coming back here!
	"Has Triana got here yet?" he asked.
	"She came and went," Jula answered.  "She got another summons from the Hierarchs."
	Tarrin frowned again, looking down.  Of course.  That would snap Mist out of her rage faster than anything.  "Jula, take Eron up to his mother," he said.  "Cub, give me Sandy.  You don't want to take her up there with you.  Mist can see her later, once she calms down."
	"Alright.  Is she alright, Aunt Jula?"
	"She's fine, cub, she's just being held behind a wall of solid air, so she can't get loose and try to attack Jesmind again, that's all," she answered.  "I think father has a good idea.  She always calms down when you're with her.  She should calm right down as soon as she sees you."
	"Come right back down," he told Jula as she took Eron's paw and led him towards the stairs.  Tarrin cradled Sandy a little bit in his arm and looked down at Jasana, who had a strange expression on her face.  "What?" he asked her.
	"I'm just glad I'm not in trouble over this," she answered.  "Are you gonna punish Mama and Aunt Mist like you did Mama when she tore up your room, when you were human?"
	Tarrin looked at her, then smiled ruefully.  "No," he told her.  "But they won't like what I have to say about it."
	Jula came back down as Tarrin and Jasana were trying to identify a mangled piece of metal and shattered wood.  Tarrin thought it was the panrack from the kitchen, but Jasana thought it was the poker set from the fireplace--which was literally just there for show--twisted up with the remains of the china cabinet.  Eventually Jasana just used Sorcery on it, then declared with some smugness that it was the poker set.  At least what was left of it.  "How is she?" Tarrin asked.
	"Calmer," Jula answered.  "She seemed to calm right down the instant she saw Eron, but I still have her shut up in the cell I made.  I just let Eron into it."
	"Alright.  Do me a favor and contact Jenna," he told her.  "Have her come here.  I'm going to need her help straightening this place out.  I'm taking Jasana up to see Jesmind."
	"Alright."
	When he got upstairs, he found Jesmind in the furthest room from where he could tell Mist was being kept.  She was trapped behind a wall of solid air, a construction of Sorcery, pacing in tight circles.  She was wearing a very old pair of leather breeches--Tarrin's own--and one of his old shirts, neither of which fit her very well.  The leather breeches looked like they were threatening to slide off of her hips at any moment, her tail was the only thing keeping them up.  "Tarrin, cub!" she said in relief, rushing over and putting her paws against the boundary of her cell.  "Thank the trees you're back!  Now let me out of here!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, smashing a fist against the magical wall of her prison.
	"That's a fine welcome home," Tarrin told her with cool amusement, looking down at her.  "What happened?"
	"How should I know?" she said acidly.  "One moment I was telling Mist that it was her turn to cook, and the next she was trying to kill me!"  She banged her paw against the invisible wall.  "Now let me out!"
	"To do what?"
	"To pay that bitch back for what she did to me!" she said vehemently.
	"No, I'd like to have a house," he said calmly.  "Cub, stay with your mother.  I'm going to go find out what happened from Mist."
	"Alright, Papa."
	"And don't let her out, not unless I say you can," he warned.
	"Don't you order my cub around!" Jesmind said hotly.  "That's my cub, Tarrin!  You have no business telling her what to do!"
	"Only because you're going to tell her to let you out," he said bluntly.  "I mean it, cub.  If you let her out, you and me are going to have words."
	"That's not fair," she sulked.  "Mama's going to get mad if I don't let her out, and you're going to get mad if I do.  Are you still punishing me for what happened in the desert?"
	"No."
	"But I'm going to get punished, no matter what I do!" she objected.
	"Then you'd better ask yourself whose punishment you fear more," he told her with steady eyes.  "Hers, or mine."
	Jasana looked at him, then at an incensed Jesmind, then she swallowed visibly.  "You're being totally unfair," she complained, crossing her arms and stamping a foot.
	"Welcome to maturity," he said absently as he turned his back on her and stalked out of the room.
	Tarrin left as Jesmind promised all sorts of ugly punishments for Jasana if she didn't let her out of the cell right now to march across the second floor and into the room holding Mist.  She was wearing one of Kimmie's bathrobes, and had Eron gathered up in her arms, welcoming him home after several days absence.  "Mist," he called as he came into the room.
	"Tarrin," she said with a nod, much more calmly than Jesmind, nuzzling her son.  "How was the desert?"
	"Hot," he answered.  "Care to explain what happened?"
	"Jesmind's been ordering me around since the moment you left.  I got sick of it and showed her how much I disapprove," she said with remarkable nonchalance.  "Is that Sandy?"
	Tarrin glanced down at the desert fox, still in his arm, and chuckled ruefully.  "It is," he said.  "Did you have to do it in the house?" he complained.  "The downstairs is an absolute disaster."
	"Blame Jesmind," she said in an icy tone.  "Let Eron out, Tarrin.  He has to pack his room."
	"Pack?"
	"I'm not staying in this house with Jesmind another second," she said flatly.  "The instant you let me out of here, I'll just go kill her.  I know how much you'd disapprove, so I'm going back to my own house."
	"Are you sure?  It won't be the same without you and Eron," he said.
	"Trust me, Tarrin.  If you want to keep Jesmind alive, you won't argue," she said in a tightly controlled voice, her eyes glowing with cold fury.
	Tarrin sighed, and nodded.  She was right.  If Mist was that mad, and Jesmind was that mad, then nothing short of time apart was going to cool their tempers.  They had been together too long, and just like Were-cat mates, they had had enough of one another.  Mist's Were-cat mentality was much stronger than the other females, and it was first to reassert its need for isolation.  Simply put, Mist had had enough of company.  If it wouldn't have been Jesmind, it would have been Kimmie, or Jula, or even Tarrin.  Mist needed to get away from other Were-cats for a while.
	"I'm sorry to see you go, Mist," he told her honestly.
	"I'm not sorry to leave," she said bluntly.  "You can come visit, Tarrin," she added.  "But don't come anytime soon."
	"I'll keep that in mind."
	Tarrin used Sorcery to let Eron out of Mist's cell, then he knelt before him and handed him Sandy.  "Go gather up your things, cub.  If you can find them," he added.  "Your mother's taking you back to the house where you lived before you went to the Tower."
	"Aww, I want to stay!" he complained.
	"That's too bad," Mist hissed at him.  "Now go!  If you're not ready in five minutes, you lose everything you leave behind!"
	Tarrin went with him, and explained things to Eron as they gathered up what wasn't destroyed in his room.  "It won't be forever, cub," he assured him.  "Your mother just needs to spend some time away from the rest of us.  It's something all Were-cats need to do from time to time.  As soon as she feels up to it, you'll be back."
	"I hope so," he said in a sulky tone, stuffing some clothes into a small backpack Tarrin gave him last month.
	"Don't worry at it too much, Eron," he told him, handing him the toy soldiers he had found in Mala Myrr.  "Your mother's going to need your company for a while, so do me a favor and be extra good for her.  She needs your attention, not your troublemaking."
	Tarrin helped Eron pack up what he wanted to take with him, then returned to where Mist was being held and let her out.  She stalked up to him tightly, her muscles twitching, as he could tell she was fighting not to rush across the house and try to get at Jesmind again.  Eron stepped up to her and offered her his paw, his little pack slung over his shoulder and Sandy the desert fox cradled in his other arm.  "I hope you'll be back soon," he told her.
	"I don't know," she told him stiffly.  "You will come visit?" she asked.
	"Just let me know when you're ready," he said, tapping the amulet she wore around her neck.
	"I will," she nodded.  "Come on, cub.  We have to go."
	"Aww," he sighed.  "Bye, Papa," he said, hugging Tarrin's legs.
	"I'll be over the moment you tell me to come," he promised both of them, putting a huge paw on Eron's back, having to bend over to do so, then leaning down and kissing Mist on the cheek.  "You need any help?"
	"Please," she said with a roll of her eyes, then she almost dragged Eron after her as she moved towards the door.
	Tarrin watched her go, amused at her parting remark and a bit wistful at seeing her go.  But it was for the best.  And besides, she wasn't very far away.  Nobody ever was for him.  So it wasn't a goodbye, it was just until tomorrow.

	It took almost ten days for life to return to something approaching normalcy in the Kael household.
	The first thing that happened was that Jesmind was released from her cell and immediately thrashed Jasana for not letting her out.  The cub endured this unfair bit of retaliation nobly, and afterwards Jesmind was a bit contrite at having done it.  But Jesmind's contrite mood didn't last long, when she heard about what had happened with Eron out in the desert, and Jasana ended up going through another round of thrashing, which she did not suffer quite so nobly as the first.  After that, they summoned Kimmie back from his parents' house, who was accompanied by Tarrin's parents, and Jenna arrived from Suld with Ianelle in tow.  Tarrin explained what had happened to them all, then told them that Mist had left, needing time by herself.  They all understood her need for it, and it was accepted with very little regret.  Except for Jasana, anyway, who had just lost her playmate and the victim of all her conniving little schemes.  They knew that as soon as Mist recovered her composure and had some time away from everyone else, she'd be ready to come back.  The only thing they didn't really know was how long it would take.
	After that bit of sobering news, the cleanup began.  Ianelle tried to take command of the cleanup efforts, but as soon as she realized that Tarrin and Jenna knew spells that would reassemble destroyed objects, she went from commandant to willing pupil.  The requirement for the spell was that a majority of the pieces of the object be at hand.  This at first seemed a bit daunting, as pieces of one object could quite literally be scattered throughout five rooms on three floors, except for the fact that Tarrin and Jenna also knew a spell that caused all the remaining pieces of a broken object to gather around the one used as the focus of the spell, conveniently gathering up all the pieces of an object, no matter how widely scattered they were across the house.  Tarrin found Ianelle's almost instinctive need to order people around to be slightly amusing, but it was definitely a part of her personality.  She was a very domineering woman, which explained why Auli rebelled against her so much.
	The reconstruction of the house took four days, because of the sheer number of objects that Jenna, Tarrin, and later Ianelle, after she learned the spells, had to rebuild.  They had managed to recover everything that was destroyed, and it took another day for them to finish putting everything back where it belonged.
	When it was done, they all stood in the parlor and looked around.  They were all tired, dirty, sweaty, and very, very glad it was over.  Ianelle took in the room and blew out her breath.  "And I thought Auli had temper tantrums," she related, which caused all the others to collapse into helpless laughter.
	After the recovery of the house, they all had to get used to the fact that Mist was no longer there.  Kimmie usually had Jula helping her with her twins, so there was little loss in that regard.  Kimmie and Jula were the very best of best friends, like two sisters themselves, and Jula had all but become a second mother to Tara and Rina.  Mist rarely cooked, so there was little loss there.  The biggest loss to Tarrin just seemed to be her presence.  Mist was a very quiet, withdrawn, moody Were-cat who rarely spoke, but always seemed to be around.  He found that he missed looking up and seeing her sitting on her favorite sofa over nearer to the big dining table by the kitchen, usually keeping an eye on Eron as she attended to other things or practiced reading Sha'Kar.  She didn't like anyone who came to visit except Auli, for some odd reason--Auli was the reason she had learned Sha'Kar--and the house was actually quite a bit calmer and quieter without her and Eron's crashing around.  But he still missed her, and missed his son.  They belonged in the house, and their absence struck at the very sense of his concept of home.  Without Mist's endless arguing with Jesmind and Eron's careening around, it seemed less like home and more like...just a house.  Tarrin could accept why she had to leave, but he still felt a little empty that they were gone.
	Tarrin distracted himself by immersing himself back in his favorite thing to do, and that was study.  His current realm of study, as it usually was, was the Dwarves, but now he had something new to examine.  He still had the axe he'd taken from Mala Myrr, and that became his object of study.  He had Kimmie give him a blank book and he started writing things down that he noticed about his studies or conclusions he made and the axe started it out.  It was made of a metal Tarrin had never seen before, but a metal that did exist naturally within the world.  Tarrin had been forced to ask Sapphire to identify it for him, for she was the only one old enough which he felt comfortable contacting on the spur of the moment.  It was made of a metal called Mythril, a metal that, he discovered from Sapphire, only existed in the deepest bowels of the earth, so deep that only the Dwarves and their advanced mining techniques could reach it.  It was a metal of unparalelled hardness and resilience, and only the Dwarves had known the secrets of smelting, refining, and shaping the metal into weapons and armor.  It was such a rare and strong metal that the Dwarves never used it for anything other than weapons or armor.  It was very rare and dreadfully expensive, even when the Dwarves were at the pinnacle of their civilization, and only the richest or most powerful Dwarves had weapons or armor made of it.  Sapphire said that the histories she read remarked that most of the other metals and gems the Dwarves found were just happenstance as they searched for the ultra-rare prize of Mythril.  A single bar of Mythril was worth a thousand times its weight in gold, but in a kind of twisted logic, it really only had worth to the Dwarves, since they were the only ones who could do anything with it.
	Tarrin studied the weapon for five days, and didn't get very far.  It had Duthak runes on both sides of its double axehead, engraved vertically along the central spine of the axe's two heads, and encroaching into the widening head blades in a triangular manner.  The dominant rune was that same odd symbol that was so much larger than all other other writing engrave into the axe, that of the pyramid-like symbol with its top cut off and its bottom open, with the three horizontal lines within it.  That rune was on both sides of the axe's heads, right in the center of symmetry, where the haft extended from the bottom of the axehead, and exactly in the center between the thrusting spike and the haft.  The axe was surprisingly light, as this Mythril metal was lighter than steel, and its Mythril haft was surprisingly long for a race as squat in stature as Dwarves.  Perhaps the Dwarf whose body from whom Tarrin had take the axe had used it as a two-handed weapon.  The haft was even long enough for him to use, if somewhat awkwardly, since his entire paw would take up the haft of the weapon, putting his thumb right under the axehead.  The average Dwarf's head would just barely come up to his hips, judging by the skeletons he'd examined and the information he'd read in the books on Dwarves he'd managed to gather up.  Given that his paws were oversized for his frame, and that made the size difference in the weapon between how a Dwarf would use it and how he used it an extreme one.
	Though the axe kept its secrets, Tarrin did manage to figure out a few things.  Since Tarrin suspected that that Dwarf had also had Mythril armor--at least he thought it was, since the magical enchantment in it had survived the Breaking...perhaps Mythril was so tough it could even survive that--he had to have been either very rich or very powerful, or perhaps both.  A king, or some kind of Dwarven noble.  The craftsmanship of the weapon was what originally made him think that, but now that he knew that it was Mythril, he was sure of it.  A nobleman of some kind, using his precious axe and armor to defend his people to the very end.  He had been in a large group of other dead Dwarves, hinting that they had made a stand there, possibly delaying the Demons while others escaped, or giving allies a chance to get into position to attack.
	Again Tarrin was swept up in his admiration for the long-dead race, who had sacrficed themselves to the very last man, woman, and child in order to save the world from the Demonic invasion.  In his eyes, that was courage.  Total, raw, unmitigated,and unmatched courage.
	But there was only so much he could learn from the axe before it became more an object of aggravation than it was an object of interest.  He put it aside, a little annoyed that he couldn't read duthak, half-expecting to see Eron come crashing out of the kitchen or see Jesmind and Mist coming downstairs, engaged in yet another argument, and he sighed.  He missed Mist, and he definitely didn't like being separated from his son.  Mist hadn't contacted him yet to tell him it was alright to visit, and he was getting a little worried about her.  Her house had to be in disrepair, and he didn't like the idea of her and Eron doing all that work.  And there was the fact that they were alone, but that thought didn't last long.  There was nothing in the entire Heartwood that was any kind of danger to Mist.  She was the queen of the mountain, and no one in Fae-da'Nar would dare interfere with her.
	Mist's absence had affected everyone else as well.  Kimmie looked a little depressed, and Jasana sulked almost all the time, moping around the house and sighing quite a bit.  Tara and Rina were too young to understand what was going on, but even they seemed to sense that there was something missing from the house.  Rina didn't smile as much as usual, and Tara's constant tempestuous outbursts lacked their usual keening edge.  Jesmind was still rather embarassed about the whole thing, enduring spiteful glares from her daughter for both punishing her for doing what her father told her to do and being the reason she had lost her playmate.  Jula was the only one that seemed unmoved by Mist's departure, but then again, she was always too busy either with lessons from Tarrin or helping Kimmie take care of the twins to show much emotion about it.
	Eron's departure left Tarrin as the only male in the house.  That fact didn't really impact him very much until he sat at the breakfast table and mused over his friends...and discovered that more of them were female than male.  That, he decided, was a bit unusual, given that many of them weren't Were-cats.  He remembered a time when he had plaintively wondered how all these unusual women kept finding him.  Dolanna wasn't that unusual, but she was about the only one.  His mate, Mist, Kimmie, Jula, Triana, Camara Tal, Keritanima, Allia, Sarraya, Ariana, and Sapphire definitely were unusual.  The Goddess had teased him that it was his fault, and in a way, he guessed that it was.  His sisters were his sisters, and his closeness with Triana and his females needed no real explanation.  Camara Tal was sent because Tarrin identified more with his mother than his father, and it meant that the Goddess needed a protector that came close to his concept of his mother, so as to give her a fighting chance when dealing with his unpredictable, violent, feral nature.  Females that reminded him of Elke Kael had a much better chance of avoiding injury or death should Tarrin get angry with them.  That was the sole reason that Camara Tal had been sent to help him, because she had personality traits that were very similar to his mother, and that would afford her an extra level of protection from him should he turn violent on her.  Over time, he couldn't help but like her, and come to discover that she was really much different from Elke Kael than he first thought.  Other females, like Sarraya or Auli, were just bad luck, he guessed.  They just grew on him, the way Jeri did, ingratiating themselves on him until he just couldn't help but like them.
	Tarrin made a mental note to himself to never let those two meet.  Either by herself was a potential disaster, but together they would be a catastrophe of monumental proportions.
	That wasn't to say that he didn't have male friends.  He liked Thean tremendously, and he also had been close friends with Faalken before he died.  He was still very close friends with Dar and Azakar, and was still friends with Sevren.  He had to admit that he liked Jeri, the youngling Were-cat male who had fought with him at Suld, and Phandebrass was a devoted friend as well as a source of trepidation, amusement, and a good dose of healthy fear.  Phandebrass the Unusual, as he was now known in Suld, was a dead-on description of him, and the stories flew every day of what he'd blown up last ride or what magical terror he'd conjured up from the darkest pits of the Nine Hells.  Tarrin's idea of a good male friend was much different from a female, and their personalities were a great deal wider in scope.  From the fatherly Thean to the totally unhinged Phandebrass, Tarrin's male friends were as different from one another as they were from him.  He hadn't really heard anything about Walten in a while--he needed to ask Jenna what was going on with him.  Last he heard, Walten was still in the Initiate, which wasn't a bad mark against him.  Tiella had had more magical aptitude than Walten, and that meant that he was having a slightly harder time of it than Tiella had.  Then again, Tiella probably got all sorts of private instruction from Dar, at least between kisses traded in dark corners.
	Another male acquaintance he'd thought about a few times was Haley.  He really wasn't sure why, since he'd only met him once, but Haley had been instrumental in swaying Fae-da'Nar in aiding in the battle at Suld.  He'd just wondered how he'd been doing.  Since he'd been such a help, it was unseemly to Tarrin to not at least think about him from time to time, and though he hadn't exactly liked Haley when he met him, he'd respected him.  Given that Tarrin had been very feral when he met Haley, it was no surprise that he hadn't liked him then.
	But they didn't belong in the house the way Eron and Mist did, and every day they were gone made him notice their absence more and more, which irritated Jesmind to no end.  She suspected that he was pining over Mist, when actually he was more keenly feeling the absence of his son than Mist's departure.  He certainly missed her, but Tarrin was very attached to his children, and not having one of them in the house seemed....unnatural to him.
	After ten days of feeling the emptiness of his missing child and friend, he felt the need to go visit the one person that never failed to put in him a sense of contentment, and that was his little mother.  He visited Janette every time he went to Suld to see Jenna, which was about once every ten days or so.  When he visited her, he always did so without the other Were-cats.  Jasana had visited once, but when she offered to bite Janette when she wondered aloud what it would like to be a Were-cat, Tarrin, Jesmind, Tomas, and Janine all agreed unanimously that Tarrin's dangerous little daughter shouldn't be visiting.  At least not until she was a little more mature.  The fact that, back then, Tarrin wouldn't trust his daughter alone with Janette was all that had to be said.  Jesmind harbored a deep resentment of Janette, an aspect of the very un-Were-cat jealousy she had over him, so Tarrin didn't really like her visiting with him either.  To Jesmind, Janette's affection was just as much a threat to her hold on him as Mist or Kimmie was, which was utterly silly, since Janette was an eleven year old human girl.  But irrational jealousy was just that, irrational.  She was a very poor guest, so Tarrin wouldn't let her come along.  Eron was too hyper to stay in their house more than two minutes without breaking something, and Mist was too hostile to outsiders.  Jula and Kimmie were probably the only Were-cats he'd take with him to visit, but Kimmie wasn't ready to travel with her daughters being so young, and Jula stayed with her to help her take care of them.
	He usually did, however, bring his parents.  Eron and Elke Kael were very, very good friends with Tomas and Janine, and they would spend all day talking and catching up while Tarrin and Janette visited, which never failed to become a game of Tarrin chasing around that battered old wooden doll around the house as Janette dragged it on a string behind her.  Any time he was feeling depressed or out of sorts, a good visit with Janette never failed to brighten his mood considerably, and a little snuggle therapy with his adored little mother was exactly what he needed to adjust to his son and friend not being around anymore.
	But Janette wasn't the darling little girl that he'd first met so long ago.  She was thirteen now, just starting to fill out, and her interest in her lessons had increased significantly now that she'd started noticing boys.  Those lessons made boys notice her when she played the lute or sang or spoke in other languages, showing them how educated and cultured and interesting she was, so now she attacked her lessons with great eagerness each day, which pleased Janine like a crow with an entire melon field to itself.
	His little mother was growing up.  Soon she would be married and have children of her own.  It reminded him about the marching of the years, and the rather poignant reminder that while time would affect those around him, it wouldn't affect him.  Janette would grow up, have children, grow old, and then she would die, while Tarrin remained.  Thinking about that made him truly understand the pain that Triana had gone through after a thousand years, to have friends, good friends, and be forced to watch time take them away.  It was quite sobering, and it put him in a pensive mood for almost the entire day after realizing it.
	No wonder the katzh-dashi had a reputation of being standoffish.  They weren't being anti-social, they were just associating with people who were like them, who wouldn't die on them thirty or forty years down the road.  They were an order of all but immortals, people who would not die until something killed them, and that would give them exceptionally long life spans.  Ianelle was nearly fifteen hundred years old, and she was at a point where it would take something truly exceptional to kill her, since she was such a powerful Sorceress.
	But the idea of looking so far into the future couldn't hold itself in his mind for long, a mind more attuned to the present instead of the past or future.  The day after his epiphany, he told the females he was going to see Jenna, collected up his parents, and Teleported to Suld.  They avoided everyone at the Tower and went straight to Tomas' house.  Nanna the maid was quite surprised to see them, letting them in quickly and calling Tomas and Janine in from the study, where she was helping Tomas go over some accounting figures.  All other plans went right out the window when they realized that the Kaels were visiting, and it became a day off for everyone in the house except poor Deris, the family's cook.
	While Tarrin's parents caught up with Janette's parents, Tarrin and Janette caught up.  He listened attentively as she told him all about her new lessons with the harpsichord, a strange instrument from Telluria that had keys that caused little hammers to strike taut wires inside it, which produced surprisingly melodious and pleasant sound.  He found out all about one of Janette's new friends, a Tykarthian girl who moved in up the street named Shelly, and how much she was noticing the boys up and down the street and at parties her parents took her to were starting to smile at her and talk to her, and how much she liked the attention.  He found out that she had mastered the flute and didn't take lessons in that anymore, but she still hated the flute, but had started learning the math that her father used to do the books in its place until her mother found something else for her to learn.  She'd just started taking interest in her father's business, for Tomas was a successful merchant.  Tarrin mused that this might cause a problem, for Janine was grooming Janette to be a wife, not a merchant.  He sensed a showdown looming on the horizon, if the light in Janette's eyes didn't dim a little whenever she talked about the family business.
	Mostly it was the self-important events of a thirteen year old girl, but he did find out one bit of rather important news during his visit.  He found out that Janette was going to enter the Novitiate at the end of the year, not for Sorcery, but for the high-quality education that the Tower would provide.  Girls and boys educated through the Novitiate, the Tower's school, had quite a jump on everyone else.  Though the Noviate was used primarily to find children with the potential to be Sorcerers, they still had highly qualified teachers and had a school curriculum that rivalled even Wikuna in its bredth and scope.  Students of the Novitiate learned history and mathematics, and could also take courses in science, architecture, smithing, foreign languages (as far as Sulasia was concerned, since many students arrived that spoke Sulasian as a second language), etiquette, politics, public speaking, courses about the customs of o