+Roughshod+
A native of the rural communities dotting the long tree line marking the frontier divide between the immense greenery of the Falwood and the Aberresai plains. By his own tale, he arrived in Alliria on his own, tracking down every and any college that would take both his rube wits and what was left of his severely lightened purse.

The first week was disastrous: two tavern brawls, a chase from a merchant mistaking him for his wife’s notorious paramour, three infractions concerning horses within the city walls, an aborted duel with a minor nobleman’s son’s second cousin, foiling not one nor even three but four separate footpads trying to lift his purse, and ending with a fire in the backyard of a chemist shop.

Seyda was starving and bedraggled when the masters of St. Ninian’s College allowed a kind of scant interview. In spite of well-earned reservations, he’d attracted a strange reputation not even a month into his stay in the city, they allowed him enrollment. Now, between classes, fencing studies, odd-job labour to pay a closet bedroom at the Green Hound inn, Seyda races just to keep up.

[Longsword]
Master Johan’s old fighting steel, an aged longsword showing wear and tear in spite of upkeep. A ‘poor mans’ blade, if still dependably balanced and keenly edged. Part of Seyda’s everyday wear between St. Ninian’s and the Scholam Chalybem.

[Student’s Uniform]
Simple garb consisting of a plain white shirt, black trousers and spurred boots. Garnished with an embroidery of St. Ninian’s herald: an opened book resplendent with flowing phylactery.

[Student’s Satchel]
Repurposed leather sewn into a rough sack, reinforced with a bit of timber and hooped belts, meant to be worn across the back rather than commonly off the shoulder and hip. Usually tightly bundled with Seyda’s books and miscellanea.