So Brent could think of a million other things he would desire to do besides come learn about Runes. Skinning his knee on purpose, breaking his arm, shaving his head bald, and encountering a seven foot tall people-eating monster were all on the list before 'have a desire to attend Runes class'. Yet here he was.

He trudged into class and bee-lined for a seat. On the way, he passed by the professor. "Hello, Professor," he greeted. May as well be nice to the man. Brent wasn't some monster. Also, who knew? Maybe this was the class things would all turn around for him, and he'd see some odd interest in the subject finally pop up.

Derf had arrived in class before him, and although Brent had never had a conversation with the little dude, that whole crash into the seat thing seemed so typical of the first years' personality. Derf seemed cool. He should introduce himself someday. For now, though...Runes.