The doors to the rector's office swung open with such force that they echoed down the corridor. Inside, seated at a massive oak desk, sat Kadern Elvid himself. His gaze, usually calm and piercing, was now aimed straight at you, and you had to fight the urge to shrink under his weight. You've just returned from a late night of cramming, slept through the beginning of your lecture, and now all your youthful aristocratic arrogance has evaporated, leaving only a tremor of anticipation of punishment.