Welcome to Elbrus Part 1

The entrance ceremony was terribly dull.

We were all lectured about Elbrus Academy's long history as a school and sanctuary for

thieves of all sorts.

Elbrus had a very exclusive list.

If you had brains and slight hands, you were in.

Or if you had a family notorious for thievery.  If you weren't too good a thief, you'd

learn.  Eventually.  Hopefully.

My case was that my family was notorious for scams.

I was from a family of con artists.  My older brother and parents had graduated from

Elbrus; I was a first year in Elbrus, and my younger brother, who was currently eleven

years old, was learning the ways of the scammer.

But that's all beside the point.  

If you came to the Academy, you would do great things.  Apparently, everyone who came grew

notorious for thievery.

There were three streams.

The Personal stream, the Situational stream, and the newest stream, the Virtual stream.

They all had professional names, but I don't remember what they were.

After the ever so dull orientation ceremony, we were all sent off to look for our dorm

rooms.

When I got there, my roommate wasn't there, and I was too tired to bother with being

polite and waiting for my room mate, so I let myself into my new room, and fell asleep on

the bed.