"Yes, Sir," Storm said. "Any form of practice…" is comforting "helps."
He cleared his throat, then stared down at his feet. Shuffled them. When it seemed he had at last gathered his thoughts, he raised his head to Lavitz once more. "I had wanted," he began, "to seek your advice about my… direction. In terms of job class."
He looked away once more, letting a loose spring of hair fall over his eyes. "While I do wish to become a Holy Knight, it is my hope to one day serve in the Riders."