But not now... He needs to look and sound presentable, and even without that, his head is already spinning slightly from the dry smells of varnish, ink, and paper, and the foreigner's piercing blue eyes seem to see right through him. Ushumgallu nervously tapped his fingers on the cast pommel of his "Tevta." The touch of the cool, familiar metal was refreshing, like a glass of clean water.
"Hello, beautiful," Ushumgallu said, straightening his long black hair and adjusting the shaggy lion-skin cloak on his shoulders, trying to look more dignified and find some semblance of charisma and intelligence within himself to express his thoughts eloquently. "I, along with a few of my companions, have come to your capital to learn. All that the young people of Faris know about education is that, thanks to our benevolent king, it is free... I would like to know from the very beginning how everything is organized here, what they teach, whether there is a dormitory, perhaps some guilds that monitor the students and provide recommendations after graduation. There are so many questions that I don't even know where to start."
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers