Graduated. It was a term he didn't quite understand. Schooling in Quel'thalas hadn't quite worked the same way and all of his education was privately administered. There could be no outside interference and peers his own age had been certainly considered 'interference.' At least in his mother's eyes.

"That is a good many a year, my lady," Soryk observed with a nod. "Why is it that you stay here? I recall I have, in my attempts to understand you, discovered you are a woman of importance. Nobility of a fashion, which is obvious to the cultured eye." He was too, of course, but even if he had an obligation, he couldn't say he'd want to go.

"This place is so diminished in comparison to you. You should be somewhere more fitting a woman of your station," he continued as gently as he could, which was hard considering he was so accustomed to being a stern man.