Orien is heading out of the door that morning when her uncle calls her name from the long storehouse.
"Where are you going?"
"Hmf. Be back by dusk. I have invited Taar Shiraya to be your new tutor."
"My... tutor?" It doesn't make any sense.
"If you are not going to the Lyceum, you will need lessons in etiquette and deportment," her uncle says, disappearing back into the storehouse. "Don't be late."
Orien sticks her tongue out as the door slams shut behind him. "I do not
need lessons in manners!"