...Machos.
A short man with a greasey beard, bald head, and a prosthetic limb on one leg.
Even in class, he walked around with a Wrench and threatened the students more than teaching them.
The name, the face—it rang in his head—
An image flashed.
His head hurt. But he could not put a finger on it.
Still, he enjoyed seeing this instructor. He was a bit annoying around the edges, but the sight of him made Soren feel safe.
This was not a feeling he had felt in a very long time.
It felt good. Very good.
And then the feeling suddenly disappeared.
Also, what was Machos teaching?
The bell rang...
The class had ended. Soren left the class with a smile on his face.
"Oh... you seem to have had a great time in class." Pencil commented as he approached.
Soren raised his head to him. He paused.
Shocked.
"Pencil, you finally got it. You finally got your black tunic?" Soren chuckled as he strolled over to embrace his friend.
