A 1800 year old Neti, entered the room. His robe around him as he walked in he seemed a bit disturbed and ticked off then usually, none the less. he sat down next to the girl, and spoke."What is your profuse in this Order. I don't have time to waste on people that do not wish to train well." He said slowly, looking at the girl as he would and then at the ceiling.
'What a smug Neti,' thought Bianca.
Bianca pretended to be the oh-so obedient and willful student and bowed.
"I promise to exceed your expectations, master," she said, with the last practically being spat out.