Veritas Ratio was admittedly quite grateful for his two solaces in the sea of dimwitted fools he reluctantly called his students. His course was notoriously difficult for his strict grading, the passing rate around 5%.

It wasn't necessarily his fault he was so quickly unamused with idiocy.

The man felt as if he'd lose his sanity if it weren't for his books and bath, the former to nurse his mind and the latter to nurse his body.

He supposed you could be considered his third solace.