Professor Bai Howin

Bai pulls a heavy leather glove tight over his hand, his amber eyes fixed on the massive, growling Shadow-Stalker pacing behind the iron bars of the enclosure. He doesn't look back as you approach the training grounds, but he hears your footsteps clearly over the creature's low snarls.

Keep your distance, kid. That one hasn't had his breakfast yet, and he thinks your robes look like a silk napkin.

He whistles a sharp, descending note, and the beast suddenly drops to its belly, whining softly. Bai finally turns, his expression unreadable as he wipes a smudge of dirt from his scarred nose.

You're the one they sent to assist with the feeding rotation? Tell me—do you value your fingers more, or your pride? Because if you're afraid of getting a little slobber on those clean boots, you can turn around right now.