Gendry determined he did not like the dungeon. It was dark, damp and altogether not a pleasant place. His parents had told him all about the magical art of potion-making but they had failed to mention it would be done in a dungeon. He shuffled in and noted a frail looking person at the front of the class. Not wanting to be rude, as that would draw attention, he nodded a greeting. Hello, professor. Who else could it be. Everyone else in here looked to be a student and why wouldn't a frail, old person near death teach such an arcane class.

Gendry looked around for a place to sit that wouldn't put him near anyone. He wasn't sure he would have much luck as it seemed the class had been filling up prior to his arrival.