Class was meeting outside today, in no small part because Senshi had gotten lost trying to find his room and when he arrived, he realized that everything was scaled for Tall-Men and elves, neither of which he was. And if he was having trouble, he could only imagine how the half-foots and gnomes were struggling. Not just anywhere outside, they were meeting right outside the external doors that led to the cafeteria, where a number of fire-retardant mats had been spread out. Senshi was not going to ask why the school had so many fire-retardant mats, just be grateful they were there.

When the class arrived, they would be greeted by a short, stocky man, about 4'7, with a long, and magnificent black beard and head of hair that poured over his chest and back, from below his helmet, and a glorious black mustache that poked out above it. He was also carrying a huge bag of supplies on his back, that clanked with his every movement. His muscular build was reflected in the ease with which he carried it.

"Greetings," he said gruffly, hoping that the sign (complete with crude map) he put on the door of the classroom had caught everybody and sent them out here. "I'm Senshi of Izganda, your instructor for Delicious in Dungeon. I still don't really know how I got here or how everything was all set up for me, but I do know my stuff, and part of that stuff is survivin' and thrivin' in a dungeon, where the only things to eat are the flora and fauna that you can forage for - and that means monsters, for the fauna, and even some of the flora, too. I know that this class billed itself as goin' down into the dungeons to hunt monsters and cookin' 'em up, but I don't know if that's the safest thing to do with a buncha youngin's, and that's assuming I can even find my dungeon again."

Sorry, oh, everybody in the class. Senshi had no idea how to tell Tall-Men ages and, considering this was a school, was just operating under the assumption that everyone was a child until told otherwise.

"But while I'm figurin' that out, we still got a class. I've been told that the first week of class is usually introductions, so we're gonna do that, but I can't imagine that's gonna take the whole time, so I've got some other things to focus on that'll also help us for our time goin' forward.

"First of all, when you're in a dungeon, you're rarely gonna have a fancy kitchen to cook in. Sometimes you do, and that's great, but usually it's just you and the fire that you can build. There are ways to get creative with cookin' over a fire - for example, I always have a metal grill I carry with me, so if I find something enclosed that I can set a fire in, I've got a grill handy to cook over - but the first thing you've got to know is how to build a fire." At that, his hands went onto his hips. "Now, I do have one rule in my class - no magic. You're here to learn how to do things by hand. I can't stop you if you run around lighting fires with magic the whole rest of the time, but I've seen too many casters end up at the resurrectionists because they ran out of magic and froze to death because they didn't know how to build a proper fire by hand."

And he wasn't going to let these youngin's learn bad habits in his class.

"Once we finish buildin' fires and a coupla different types of useful cookin' setups, we're all gonna prepare a little meal over 'em, and once we've finished cookin', we'll do the introductions."