(Continued from within my fun research project.)
The library-classroom is more crowded, now, but not overcrowded; it was built with this in mind. Eight existing hires, twelve job candidates, two visible Security, Keltham himself, and finally, if you're paying sufficiently close attention, Broom.
And Keltham out of dath ilan holds forth, then, upon the way of SCIENCE.
"Good morning, all, newcomers and oldcomers alike."
"Let me start by saying that this lecture probably isn't going to work."
"This class is too large, too unfamiliar. The new students are all full of Chelish dignity and haven't learned to show facial expressions that I can use to have any idea whatsoever of how my class is going. I expect the newcomers with all-important dumb questions to think they should stay quiet so that supposedly smarter students can learn faster - don't do that, by the way, just ask the question. You got all your Law of Probability off Asmodia yesterday, and I have no idea how much you really got from her or if that even worked at all."
"We're probably going to have to abort it ten minutes in, and break up into smaller units, so more of the current researchers can try again to teach the new candidates the requisite Probability, with more individualized instruction and myself around to supervise. This being the way things are usually done in dath ilan: older children teach younger children, overseen by the Watchers-over-children. And in teaching, the older children also learn."