The Academy - Part 6

Again, the two men beneath him shared a look, as if they could not tell whether they were being teased. They seemed hesitant to speak, for fear of offending.

"My name is Oliver Patrick," Oliver offered, when faced with their hesitation. "I have only arrived here but half an hour ago. I am unfamiliar with your ways. I ask again: why do you bow?"

That seemed to nudge them. This time, the boy with the black hair spluttered a reply, as though more assured that it would be fine. Oliver did not miss the stiffening of the other's face as his friend spoke – clearly, he did not completely trust his judgement.

"We're yellows, ser. Of the serving class. You see our shirt?" The boy said.

"Of course he sees your shirt," his friend hissed in alarm. The other boy went red. Oliver did not have to wonder about the extremity of their reaction. He assumed – from first-hand experience – that they were likely familiar with those of a higher rank looking for any opportunity to get offended.