[center][h3]Chamoisee Lacaune[/h3][/center]
Chami could feel himself wince as grandmaster Trendle banged down on the stage. While he had to admit it made for an impressive speech, it was rather silly (if not very loud). As for ease, it was not something the young sheep lad was expecting. His father, if what little they talked about his attendance to the school, had made the seriousness of the curriculum deathly clear. 

Chami readjusts the bag on his shoulder, the weapons hidden within clanking lightly together from the sudden shift as he began to follow Miss Lariet to the testing grounds. He silently hoped there was at least a written portion of the exam, not particularly in the mood to fly around at break neck speeds after the trip over on the hover ship. He lets out a silent baa of frustration, too anxious for the forth coming test to chance the slip up.