where daylight doesn't matter

"School?" Coete had never been to a school of any kind. Organized school was hardly offered to children already working for their living in his world.

"And what is the cost to going to a school here?"

"Scholarship?" Subtle magic smoothing out the languages of different worlds or not, it wasn't a term he had any familiarity with. "I do not have much in the way of this world's currency."

"That makes sense, I suppose. I take it education is well-supported here."

"I see. Perhaps I will look into it, then." After he'd had the weight off his leg for a while; Coete abruptly remembered the injury when he shifted some more weight to it, and the overused scarred muscles decisively told him /no./ He staggered a bit before catching his balance, and then tried to focus enough to form a staff of ice. It was warm here, and there was little proper cold, but there was enough.