A School for Heroes to Achieve their Destiny

[If it weren't for his nephews practically begging him to take the position, the singular interest in his unique skillsets, and the promise it wouldn't take away time from his own business, he wouldn't be here - but yet, there goes Scrooge McDuck, scanning the incoming wave of obviously confused newcomers - peering over his pince nez before he starts to push through]

Clear the way! Ye all might be a touch confused but that's no excuse for loitering 'bout! Orientation's thattaway.

[His harsh expression softens slightly]

Dinna be alarmed, ye aren't in trouble or in danger, but ye are not makin' any progress just standing around, you know? Now git going. Go on, shoo, shoo!

[The crowds starts to disperse, one might go on as he suggests, but the strange duck might have some answers... maybe he's more inclined to give someone the time of day now the hallway's cleared out?]

[Later]

[While most things looks polished and brand-spanking new, it's not the case for the Class Room with the label "Treasure Hunting and Economics" - everything looks like it was bought forty years ago and constantly maintained and repaired, and the walls had maps and charts of all sorts taped up - instead of using the overhead lights, the room had all the blinds opened to allow illumination by natural light.

Inside, Scrooge is arranging his desk just so and looking at the stack of crates next to it, humming softly to himself when he noticed someone close by, ah a pack mul-ahem, a student, and he calls out sharply]

Come here, I got a favor to ask ye.