Institute (TWS)

You're Pol. You're from just down the road, half a block past the greengrocers and then left at the tall and ancient oak tree that closely resembles a humorous vegetable. You're the new janitor! The stallion is your mum's.

And this? This is the academy of Fine and Subtle Arts. Fine as a fair champagne that has, of course, been untampered with. Subtle as the smell of almonds in a pecan pie. Yum. Pie.