Discovery

Trenton let the tension leave his shoulders as soon as his class was over. The usual number of students was hard enough. Today he had to teach both his own students and Lance's students, in addition to having to deal with the troublesome Travis. Lunch should be a time for eating and relief but as he walked past the many benches and sat down with the other instructors, his will to continue as the head instructor of the first years dwindled. He placed one of dozens of guns, given to him by General Alexander, smack dab in the middle of the table only for all the other instructors to turn their heads away like children who didn't want to eat their vegetables.

"Are you insisting on completing this project?" One of the instructors asked. "I am busy working with my students, and this black powder, as you call, it is too far from my specialty. I am afraid it would only hinder your progress if I tried my hand at helping."