I know the procedure, but actually seeing it done is a different matter entirely. You have your own method, of course, which varies from what I've read about, but the basic principals are the same.
Quietly, I name every organ you remove. I'm confident that I name them correctly, but if I should get one wrong, my hope is that you would correct me. I've never considered education as anything but a valuable skill, something I was fortunate to be granted. It doesn't occur to me that I might not want to be so free with sharing the extent of my knowledge with a man who was a complete stranger. Not everyone had the privilege of receiving such a thorough education.
I also don't realize that revealing my education gives even more information about myself. Education is a costly pursuit. I can't hide the fact that I am young, which makes it glaringly clear that I come from a well-off family. Although, anyone who took time to notice the quality of my clothing, my generally pampered appearance, or who listened to me speak would be able to discern that.
I was also putting myself at risk in other ways. Often, people who's lifestyle doesn't expose them to education - usually poorer folk from rural communities, travelers, the lower class, criminals, thrives, beggars, and the rougher sort of folk who lived off the land, in the wild- had an inherent distrust of those who were educated. Some even openly scorned people who had schooling. A few were dangerously opposed to anyone who appeared to have specialized knowledge they themselves were not privy to.
I was unaware of any of that, though, as I had been given an education, and the people I'd been around had as well. In fact, until recently, I hadn't realized there were people who had not, and I still had no idea that a lack of education was actually much more commonplace.
