MerenDinoemiliano: I take constructive criticism very seriously. If someone has taken the time to lay out what they don't like or think is being done poorly without swearing, then they aren't trying to be funny, they are serious and trying to help. The villain shall appear soon, but not this chapter.

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Yang ran through her closet, growling at the sight of what she had to wear. Yang had packed her favorite outfit, in three sets to ensure she never had to worry about running out. Of course a tube top, jacket and cut-off shorts don't scream 'serious thoughts of the future.' Aside from those, she had a white dress that covered a lot more, but looked really strict, like what Wiess would wear. She had a couple of leather clothes for her bike, but nothing else.

Ruby snickered behind her, "Sad you didn't go shopping with us?"

Yang rolled her eyes, "Please I was just admiring my wardrobe." Yang lied cooly.

Ruby's smile didn't even flinch, "You could always ask Dougal what to wear."

Dougal, right. Yang wasn't sure why she didn't think about it before. Dougal probably understood her predicament, and could help.

Ruby shrugged, "You'll probably chicken out."

Yang snorted, "don't be-"

Wiess finally spoke up from her corned, "Can you be quiet, I am trying to study for the test on Friday."

Ruby yelped, "Ah, right, I forgot. Professor Port's test on the study of Grimm bumballogrins."

Wiess sighed, "It's Grimm bone marrow grits, you dunce. You know, little chunks of bone that don't break down after a Grimm is killed?"

Ruby blinked, "Could you, uh, refresh me."

Wiess groaned, "Fine, come on and study with me."

Yang walked to the door and opened it up, before walking into the hall. Jaune's door was cracked, and he was putting clothes in a suit case. There must be field trip coming up. Yang walked down the stairs to team HNDW's room and knocked on the door.

There was silence. Yang blinked a couple of times, not really sure where the Saxons would be outside of their room. The door opened up to reveal Wortikur, starring back at her, slightly shocked. Behind him was a bucket and rag. "Can I help you?" Wortikur asked.

Yang asked, "Is Dougal around? I need to ask him something."

Wortikur coughed, "He's in the Saxon Enrichment Center."

Yang blinked, "The, uh, Saxon 'Enrichment' Center?"

Wortikur gave a thumbs up before shutting the door.

Yang blinked a few times before knocking again. Wortikur opened the door and asked, "What do you want?" He began to flick his nose.

Yang asked, "Where is the Saxon Enrichment Center?"

Wortikur pointed at the school map behind her, where there was a red tac placed on the map beside the Auditorium.

Yang turned back to find the door was closed, "Could have at least waited for the thanks."

Yang walked down the stairs and out the door. She kept walking, past the pillars and science lab. She moved through the library before exiting the other end, to see a small, wooden building on the grass, freshly build. It had windows and a smooth upward moving roof, which formed a point at the middle. As Yang walked around, on the top was a sign that read, "Center for Saxon cultural enrichment."

Yang opened the chestnut door that had papers taped to it to find Dougal standing at the front of the classroom with Noryc in seat on the side. Infront of Dougal were five rows of ten seats, each split in the middle to allow passage. The seats were pretty well filled, although three still remained vacant.

Dougal immediately noticed Yang enter the room, "Wes thu Haal Ms. Long, what brings you to my class? I did not have you recorded in my class list."

Yang wasn't sure how to respond, but quickly cleared her throat to try, "I must have missed the registry."

Dougal raised an eyebrow, "Well, you are forty minutes late, so I assume you also missed the alarm as well?"

Yang glared at him. Why was he being such a dick? "I had a little trouble getting here."

Dougal let out an exasperated sigh, "This angers me greatly, but I will allow it since most of the students were around five minutes late, and it is the first day. If you are late again, I will not be responsible for the grade you receive."

Yang growled before sitting down. Dougal looked at Noryc, who shrugged before gesturing to continue. Dougal blinked before turning back to the class, "Where was I?"

A girl at the front with brown hair and peach skin raised her hand, "You were talking about the, uh, Tho, theo-"

Dougal nodded, "Ah yes, the Theocratic Conflicts of King Johan's crowning." He wrote on the chalk board, the words 'Johan's crowning' before writing something in the Saxon scribble below.

Dougal then gestured to Noryc, "So, We pagans have been around since….well forever." The class laughed a little at that. Noryc smiled before continuing, "So the Krisitans or Christians as they are called today, were pretty small in our home in New Saxony. We didn't really pay attention to them."

Noryc stopped before allow a humorous smile to over take his face, "I mean, do any of you pay attention to the guy's who run around butt naked crying about the end of the world?"

Another laugh came from the class. Yang thought What have I got myself into? I just wanted advice and now I am taking an extra class.

Noryc cleared his throat to get back into a serious tone, "So Johan is a Christian-"

He was interrupted by Dougal, "Now, If any of you got the letters I sent out and have read ahead, you should know the ratio of religious beliefs among us Saxons is twenty twenty sixty. What are the twenty percents and the sixty percent?"

A boy with dark skin and black curly hair raised his hand. Dougal pointed at him, and the boy replied, "Twenty percent Christian, Twenty percent Pagan, and Sixty percent mixed."

"Syncronized." Dougal corrected, "Not mixed, they believe in both the gods of their ancestors and the God Jesus Christ. Noryc, you may continue."

Noryc glared at Dougal before clearing his throat, "So, Johan is a Christian, and that doesn't sit well with us pagans. We love our gods, and even with Johan's lineage being pretty tolerant, we are a little nervous. Then a rumor gets started that Johan is going to strictly enforce Christianity on all Saxons. This does not sit well, not one bit."

The students were leaning forward and Yang found that her own body had betrayed her, leaning forward to listen.

Noryc coughed, "Who started these rumors, who was responsible, we don't really know, and it's good for who ever made its life. We Saxon's don't like to be deceived. But many pagans believed this rumor, and gathered in mobs to attack churches."

Dougal stepped in, "Likewise, once churches were being attacked, monastic orders began attacking Pagan holy sites. Burning them to the ground and looting them, and yet, I stand here a Christian, best friends with a pagan, why?"

The class remained silent. A tapping of a foot could be heard. Dougal looked at a clock on the wall. Five minutes left. Dougal disappointment could be seen, "No one read that far ahead? I suppose I told you last minute, so that's on me."

Yang snorted, "Did he hold a gun to everyones' head."

Dougal stood up, "Ms. Xiao Long, did you say something?"

Yang blinked as all eyes fell on her, "Did he threaten everyone?"

Dougal's face was steely, before relaxing, "Excellent guess Ms. Xiao Long. Johan indeed 'held a gun to everyones' head' for lack of a better idiom. He made a public announcement that any religious order which attack another religion for their beliefs would result in the death of both parties. He stated 'Saxon Broedhorsibb, Saxon Haews, Gestandan Saxons'. Saxon brother, or Saxon Corpses, Still Saxons. What did he mean by this?"

A hand rose, and young man with green hair and pale skin spoke up, "Stop fighting guys?"

Dougal looked at him and clapped, "I can't say for certain what Johan meant exactly by that statement, but I believe the same thing. That the conflicts of heaven should be settled in heaven. Yet he did need to prove that he was a man of his word, and he got the chance at Noprae. The Christians and pagans had a massive brawl after the announcement. Johan gathered his Getridht and captured every man, woman and child, before cutting off their hands and feet and locking them in building. He then ordered the buildings to be burned."

The class shifted uneasily.

Dougal continued, "It is said that Saxon's could hear the wails for ten miles (16 Killometers) and could see the smoke for fifteen miles (24 Killometers), but it worked. There has yet to be a religious mob formed since that day."

Yang blinked in surprised, both that she had gotten the right answer, and that he stated Johan's solution like it was just an objective fact and not a horrifying atrocity.

Noryc coughed twice and Dougal cleared his throat, "It seems we are out of time, so I will leave you all with two vocabulary words to practice. In two weeks, we will begin making sentences with Saxon words, so remember to study well. Your words are Ar, honor and truthfulness, and feorm, or food. Study these words and learn them well. Also please read pages fourty-three to pages fifty-five in the book. Be prepared for class next session."

Yang remained seated as books were loaded into bags and people began to clear out of the room. The class room gradually began to disperse, until only Dougal, Noryc and Yang remained in the building.

Dougal walked over, a fake smile came over his face, "Now, what do you need?"

Yang frowned at him, "I just came to ask for advice, no need to be a jerk about it."

Dougal sighed out his nose, "You interrupted my class for the sake of advice that ended up having to wait anyway."

"I didn't know class was in session!" Yang pleaded.

Dougal walked over to the entrance door, opened it, and pointed at one of the papers on the center of the door which read, "Class is in session, please be quiet."

Okay, that was on her, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

Dougal rubbed his temples, before letting out a smile, "I forgive you, now, how can I help you."

" I wanted some advice about tomorrow." Yang stated, waiting for a response.

Dougal blinked, "Will you be more specific?"

Yang groaned, "What should I wear, how should I act. What do you guys do on dates?"

Dougal took a deep breath, before letting it, "You are serious about this?"

Yang nodded, "Yes, yes I am."

Dougal eyed her suspiciously, "Why?"

Yang realized she may have just earned herself a spot light, and not the good kind. Did she do something wrong? "Horsa isn't like most other guys. Most guys will say anything to impress a girl like me, but Horsa is honest to a fault. He doesn't care what others think of his idea, so you never have to worry about him lying to you. Horsa is also pretty loyal, I've seen him defend you guys without gaining anything. I guess I want that kind of trustworthiness from a guy, and it's hard to find."

Dougal blinked, before nodding with an impressed smile, "Very well." He reached behind his back and pulled out a book, with the inscription, " Life, Culture and History of the Saxons" underneath the title it read, "By Augustine Dravidius" and even underneath that was a smaller inscription, "translated by the University of Vale's Cultural Center."

Dougal explained, "This is the most accurate depiction of our culture written by a foreigner and translated. It will be your text book for this class. I recommend reading it."

Yang snorted, "Can't you just help me now."

Dougal closed his eyes, as though annoyed, before opening them, "if you are looking for how to win over a noble, dress conservatively. Show that you are someone to be respected, and that will win over any noble's heart. However, since you have asked me about Horsa in particular, just dress in your favorite attire, and be yourself. He will dismiss you if he thinks you aren't being truthful with him, so be honest to Horsa."

Yang swallowed. The whole "be yourself" seemed like a typical line any father would tell their child, but she could tell from her past experience with Horsa that Dougal was probably right. Horsa seemed to be very firm in his values.

"Anything else?" Yang asked.

Dougal thought for a moment, "Well, I can teach you acceptable behavior for Saxon parties and personal dinners, but you must understand that the concept of 'dating' isn't really something we Saxon's have. We generally just marry our neighbors or powerful allies."

Yang nodded, "Just make sure I don't immediately piss him off."

Dougal nodded, "Very well, first things first, a firm handshake…"

They talked all day, explaining etiquette for what to do, and what not to do to woo a Saxon nobleman.

She went back to her dorm, tired, only to find it was Six in evening. She should be out partying, not lazing about. She was Eighteen, not ancient. But sleep over took her. She new that She need the energy for tomorrow, as Saxons liked energetic and strong women.

Yang could rest, knowing she was prepared for a one on one date with Horsa. So her surprise was tangible when she found Jaune had joined them, holding a letter to Horsa.