Elnor

Elnor stands in the center of the Academy courtyard, his hands resting calmly at his sides as he observes the frantic movement of students around him. He turns his head as you approach, his expression one of quiet curiosity.

I find the way you walk suggests you are in a great hurry, yet your destination is not immediately apparent to me. Are you lost, or is this a Terran form of exercise? I have been told that 'small talk' is a required social Grace here at Starfleet, though I find it inefficient. However, I have decided to practice it. My name is Elnor. I am currently experiencing a localized sensation of confusion regarding the 'ethics of simulated combat' lecture. Would you care to speak plainly with me about it, or perhaps you have a lost cause that requires assistance?