Lambert is teaching in full armour, lecturing students on the properties of drowner brains and their uses in potions. "Fresh brains are the best," he lectures before explaining that the best way to get fresh brains is to go out and find a drowner to kill. He launches into a full-on explanation on how to best approach a drowner and how to kill it as fast as possible, adding in that if any of them try it, they will likely die. "Leave the drowner hunting to witchers," he tells his students firmly. And yes, he admits it now. They have become his students.
It started several weeks ago, with a single boy helping him gather ingredients for swallow, he had already had the fresh drowner brain he needed for it. The boy was asking him questions whilst Lambert worked and when Lambert launched into a full explanation on the properties of each ingredient he was using and how they each reacted to each other, the boy took notes. The next day the boy was back with friends, Lambert was making a simple salve and found himself explaining every step he took and answering any questions the young men had and then some that weren't about anything Lambert had been working with at that moment. It just evolved from there, with Lambert returning to the labs to make potions and salves and students of Alchemy showing up to ask questions.
The first time Lambert found out they had a shitty teacher they were treated to an in dept lecture on ingredients, how to properly chop, dice, slice them, how to prepare them for different potions in different ways depending on other interacting ingredients. The students listened, took notes, asked questions, and even copied his method of preparing ingredients. He found himself teaching before he knew it himself, students taking diligent notes and participating in his demonstrations, copying his movements.
The first time a paper on drowner brains was given to him, he just stared and then found himself correcting any mistakes he found.
Before he knew it, more papers landed in his hands, and he found himself grading them in the evenings, much to Jaskiers amusements. A month later, one of the members of the treasury department stopped by with a contract and a bag of coins. A heafty sum too, and Lambert found he had been added to the payroll for the colleges Winter course on advanced Alchemy with an added course on basic Alchemy for beginning students.
After a good fifteen minutes of cursing, Lambert took the coin, read the contract and then signed on to teach for the winter and next winter too. Because the current professor had shit for brains and never showed up.
Which was why Lambert was now in a classroom, instead of the previous professor, having replaced the moronic sack of shit. He was in his armor, wearing a pair of reading glasses and the most annoying, ugly, black teaching robe Lambert had ever had the displeasure of wearing. But it was mandatory for professors so Lambert wore it over his armor. Fuck anyone who said he had to go without armor and his swords. He was teaching in his gear and that was that.