Zerel sighed. The last thing he wanted to do was go to the classes for the "disabled." He may not have been capable of using magic, yet he was able to sustain himself for this long with his archery, hunting, and stealth skills. He sighed once more and took one last look at the building before turning and walking out into the woods. If his mentors planned on treating a seventeen-year-old like a child then they would have to play hide-and-seek like children.