The small classroom echoed with the sounds of scratching chalk and the loud voice of the professor, who continued his lecture on the small engine that the dwarves had just recently developed. On the chalk board of the room, magical chalk continued to trace the plans for the machine, the scrapping of chalk only stopping as the professor pushed up his monocle, looking over the class occasionally before he continued. The opened windows of the room let the lazy spring air blow gently in, the sounds of the birds outside chirping as they ever did in Eternal Quel’Thalas. -- -- --