The poor teacher of Class 1-A, a nervous Badger-Kin named Mrs. Higgins, was currently hiding behind her desk.
Today was Career Day.
Usually, Career Day involved a Baker bringing some bread, or a Blacksmith showing off a horseshoe. It was a quiet, educational afternoon.
But at Unity Academy, the parents weren't bakers. They were Warlords, Assassins, and Kings.
Primrose stood at the back of the classroom, leaning against the wall with Caspian. She was chewing on a fingernail.
"We should have vetted them," Primrose whispered. "We should have done a dress rehearsal."
"It will be fine," Caspian whispered back, though he looked worried. "They promised to behave. Rurik even brushed his hair."
"Rurik brushed his hair with a pinecone, Caspian. That's not hygiene; that's landscaping."
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"ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP, PUPS!"
