"You've caught me amidst... deep contemplation," the director declared, a twinkle of wry amusement in his eyes. "But we need to discuss how your classes will be conducted, and I need to show you where you'll be teaching."

Tannenbaum stretched leisurely, attempting to shake off the remnants of sleep lingering in his stout frame. His joints popped softly as he extended his arms overhead, releasing a contented sigh. Then, with a deliberate pace, he began to stride out of the office. Jamie and Thomas exchanged a brief glance before following close behind him.

"This institution has existed since the very founding of the city," the director began, his tone adopting the cadence of a seasoned lecturer. As they walked through the hallowed corridors of the academy, the echoes of their footsteps mingled with the distant hum of student activity. "When the empire still had lands to expand, Hafenstadt was established to connect the southern territories. The academy was formed to cultivate individuals capable of aiding in that expansion."

Floating just above Jamie's shoulder, Jay nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm. In one ethereal paw, the spectral cat held a translucent quill and a hovering piece of parchment, scribbling notes in fluid motions as he drifted lazily alongside them.

Jamie, resisting the urge to swat at his unseen companion, clenched his jaw. If he could touch the cat, he might have given him a playful thump to end the distraction. Instead, he settled for a subtle shake of his head, hoping to convey his exasperation without drawing attention.

"However," the director continued, seemingly oblivious to Jamie's internal struggle, "with the end of territorial expansion, the institution shifted its focus. Now, we equip people to be prepared for the world. Whether they aim to work within the government, join the army, or simply survive the harsh realities we face." Tannenbaum paused to stifle a lengthy yawn, covering his mouth with a broad hand before pressing on.

"That's why I saw your appointment as most welcome," he explained, stopping in one of the spacious second-floor corridors. "This will be your classroom."

He gestured toward a heavy oak door with ornate iron hinges. The director pushed it open with a firm hand, revealing the room beyond.

Jamie stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to the amphitheater-style layout. Rows of ascending desks and chairs formed semicircular tiers facing a broad platform. The room was illuminated by tall windows draped with rich, burgundy curtains. Shelves lined the walls, housing an array of tomes, scrolls, and peculiar tools.

"Director," Jamie began thoughtfully, turning to face Tannenbaum. "I understand the general context. Lady Maria Von Hafenstadt extended this invitation to me. However, what exactly am I expected to teach them? They already seem strong and well-prepared."

"You are not wrong," Tannenbaum said, his voice resonating in the quiet of the chamber. "There are numerous groups of incredibly powerful students within the academy. They possess knowledge, training, and power. But they lack something even more important." He moved toward one of the grand windows that stretched from floor to ceiling. Through it, they could see the expansive lawn stretching out before the castle, the emerald grass rippling gently under the breeze.

"What's that?" Jamie inquired, following the director's gaze.

"Vision," Tannenbaum replied, a hint of melancholy in his tone. "Though this is a place teeming with ambition, all their ambitions are the same. No one thinks differently; no one tries to break the mold and innovate." He sighed softly. "They act as if they're on a well-trodden path where all they need to do is not stray from the road."

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Turning back to the bard, Tannenbaum's eyes met Jamie's with a keen intensity. "I want you to teach them to think differently. To question who they are and what they wish to do moving forward."

"But why?" Jamie pressed, trying to grasp the strategy behind the director's request.

"The world is changing faster than ever," Tannenbaum explained, his gaze distant as if looking beyond the horizon. "Yesterday, we were at war with our neighbors. Today, we are building a road with them. Tomorrow, only the gods know what our future holds." He paused, his expression grave. "I need them to be capable of adapting, regardless of what the future brings."

Jamie scratched his head thoughtfully. He understood the necessity and agreed that the world was poised for rapid change, especially now with people from another world. Yet, that didn't make it easier to discern what he needed to teach.

'However, it's clear what I stand to gain here,' Jamie mused, glancing around the room. 'Just witnessing that combat earlier made it evident that perhaps only the Adventurers' Guild rivals this place. But here, I can find talents before they're fully honed.'

"Will you be able to prepare them for the future?" Tannenbaum asked, his gaze unwavering.

"I believe so. What you're asking borders on the insane," Jamie admitted, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Yet, incredibly, I think I know the right approach." He took a deep breath. "I can't work miracles, Director, but I'll give it my best. Ultimately, it will depend on the students themselves as well."

Tannenbaum let out a deep, guttural laugh that made his ample belly shake like a bowl of jelly. "Excellent!" he boomed, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "You're already proving to be a better choice than the other candidates we had."

Jamie raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "And who might they have been?" he inquired.

"Some idiotic nobles," Tannenbaum scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "Every one of them I spoke to thought my idea was foolish. Even those who actually wanted to work here lacked confidence in what they were doing." He extended a large, calloused hand toward the bard. "But you. You have the spark we're looking for."

Jamie grasped the director's hand firmly, his grip confident. "I'm honored to be a part of the academy," he replied earnestly.

"It's good to have you with us," Tannenbaum said, giving Jamie's hand a hearty shake. His grip was strong, the handshake conveying both welcome and a measure of respect. "Ah! By the way," he continued, releasing Jamie's hand, "there may be some professors who aren't too pleased with your arrival. Since your role is to challenge the status quo, it might ruffle a few feathers. Still, I ask that you be patient with them."

"I'll do my best," Jamie promised.

Internally, he made a silent vow. While he could tolerate jests and jabs directed at him, he wouldn't stand by if anyone tried to interfere with his subordinates or his ventures. Those who dared would quickly find themselves facing a wrath they hadn't anticipated, a glimpse of hell on earth.

"Your classes begin tomorrow," the director announced, stifling another yawn. "I'm... looking forward... to seeing you teach." With each word, his speech grew slower, his eyelids drooping visibly. "I shall take my leave now... need to return to my meditation..."

With that, Tannenbaum began to amble away, his steps unhurried as he drifted down the corridor. His substantial frame moved with a peculiar grace, despite the evident drowsiness overtaking him. Jamie and Thomas watched him go, a mixture of amusement and contemplation on their faces.

"Has he always been like this?" Jamie asked, breaking the silence.

"Uh... pretty much," Thomas replied, scratching his head as he tried to recall. "He's always had his own... unique approach."

Jamie chuckled softly. "Well, it certainly keeps things interesting."

"So," Thomas ventured, turning to face his friend, "what will you do now?"

"I need to come up with what I'll teach," Jamie said, his mind already buzzing with possibilities.

"Do you have any ideas yet?" Thomas asked, his curiosity evident.

"I have a few, but I need to think them through," Jamie admitted. "Let's head back to the tavern. It'll be easier to plan there."

"Sounds good," Thomas agreed. "Do you think you could give me a hint? What's it going to be?"

Jamie flashed a mischievous smile. "You'll find out tomorrow."

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