Leval moved forward to desk of a huge elf figure smiling wildly. Glancing around the room, he saw very few people left- most seemed to be exiting through a glowing portal. His curiosity stirred from deep in his being, ‘How does that work?’ Several theories began running through his mind, but all of them seemed implausible. Leval frowned at it, “I’ll need a closer look, I suppose.” He was just about to go over for a closer look, but he was interrupted by a polite clearing of the throat. He looked back to Yayo Fiji rather embarrassedly, “Oh sorry.”

“No problem! Welcome to Rosewood! Can you please tell me your name, race, class, rank, and chosen electives?” With a start, Leval realized that Yayo was looking directly into his eyes, not those of his illusion.

“Umm Leval Lamrue, Human, Illusionist, Power Rank…” his voice dropped to a whisper, “C. And I would like to take Magical History and Potion Making please.” His eyes dropped down avoiding the steady gaze of the elf.

“Very well! I handle most of the jobs around here so I’m sure I will see you soon. Here is the key to your room make sure you keep it on you at all times.” On the desk a necklace manifested itself. The chain of the piece was made of polished bronze with a singular piece of Zebra stone carved to form dual theater masks, each half white and half black. As Leval examined it more closely, he saw that the eyes of the masks were filled in with gold, or something like gold, pyrite maybe. On the back of the key “4-C."

“Ah well- thank you!” Leval rushed off to the portal, his illusory appearance maintaining its calm as it walked into the portal.