Cyrul walked at a casual pace, keeping up with his new acquaintance as they headed to the main hall. Cyrul was, surprisingly, looking forward to Ozpin's speech and he wanted to get there quickly so he'd get a good view of the Hunters that were undoubtedly amazing if they'd secured a place as Beacon's staff. He looked around a bit as well, taking in the amount of students that would be attending this year and turning to Vincent. "Lotta Faunus this year. Here's hoping that's a good omen for the future. Maybe soon we can stop pretending to have equality and, y'know, actually have it." He said in a more serious tone than previously, not really caring if anyone overheard him. He doubted anyone would care, but even at a place like Beacon there was still racists and bullies aplenty.