Wandering across what would be the unknown to him, passing through the labyrinth of a city at early in the morning, he was only greeted by students who were rushing to school and glaring at his odd appearance, covered in a cape was, apparently, not that popular inside the city areas, since this would not be the first one where this had happened. Of course, he took limited notice, and instead was swallowed up in his own world. ''412 tyrands... 412.001 tyrands.. 412.002 tyrands..'' For a man to be counting the time that had passed until his reunion with the famed Academy of the Arcane Artes, that is indeed what you can call patience. Having wandered for 412 tyrands, or the entire duration between the change of grades, that indeed speaks for something. ''Horidan, you should be coming now...'' He spoke silently, a glint of distortion could be heard from his voice, but not of anything mechanical, but of magic. After wondering some distance further, he came across a crossing of roads, and within short time, a griffon majestic enough to be from tales and stories came soaring down the heavens, and made a valiant landing in the very center of the barren crossroad. Wishing to waste no time for neither him nor the griffon, which he had named Horidan, he quickly swung himself atop the back of the well experienced and trained griffon and soon they took off towards the skies. 

Whilst up there, it was no surprise to say the least, the griffons speed increased, but Mundus was not faced, he was used to rough traveling and his many Zir'Xals assisted him in his subconcious fight for balance, to him there was not even a chance of falling over, and whilst that was the case, he was unable to feel the inner workings of his nigh-mechanical body. The view was wonderful, but he did not bother, he was unamused by it. Maybe he would've been if he was older, or if it had not happened to him. But he did not feel it, nor did he feel anything about this travel, all he felt was respect for the majestic creature which he had named Horidan. ''I feel the deepest respect for you. In fact, it's reason enough for me to respect you for being a griffon, but that is not all. I respect your power.'' He did not need to scream, for the Arcanum made within him would bare the message. 

Through traveling the distance which would be much harder for a car or train, it took a simple two hours time for the Griffon. Horidan had taken Mundus on every trip, it was easy to notice due to the distinct mark on the griffons shoulder. Upon their arrival and descent Mundus made his goodbyes with Horidan and said that they'd meet again. The two of them bowed their heads each, and then Mundus walked away, but not before handing out a small reward, from out of nowhere, he took out a piece of meat and gave it to the griffon, it enjoyed it greatly, and with that, Mundus bowed his head again and made his leave from the landing area. He followed the direction which almost all the other students were going, not because he did the same, but because he knew that was where he had to go. Within seconds the cape immaterialised to reveal a man in an academy uniform, nothing distinctively wrong unless you'd see him with only the bare minimum. Then the fact would be quite clear.