[center][color=6ecff6][u][b]Lady Withers[/b][/u][/color] was more than a little out of her element. So many bodies around her, and their blood's of varying purity, just what had she done to deserve such treatment. The area was unsettling, similar to her issue with the number of people the number of buildings was far greater than she was used to, the area reminded her of a hornets nest...The registration process was the worst of it, her full name written upon a card with no respect to her status! They even expected her to smile at their behest? A bright flash almost made her frown, [i]"what a rude device"[/i] she had thought. The most horrid part was the nameless person who handed her these things did not even introduce themselves, he prattled on about dollars and maps, and just as quickly moved onto the next poor soul that had stepped up behind her.

As if to add insult to injury she had arrived in the daylight hours. It was not as if she was going to burst into flames, but it was just off putting, the sun is so much harsher than the sweet moon. She glanced down at her map, before allowing a frown to tug at her lips. She recalled that she was to head to the dorms first, then to a...morning class. The building that she arrived at made her cold heart contract "....I..It is a dungeon."

Upon her entry she looked about, and though it lacked torches and screams, her initial assessment had not changed. 

[u]"Please, excuse my interruption and allow me Da pleasure of introducing myself. I am Demetri Gio. Where might I find da rooms for students?"[/u]

Accent aside, she figured this another unfortunate soul, who had a very similar question to her own. Since he had already asked she would wait to hear how he was answered....As she waited she noticed he carried his own things. Her belongings where brought here for her correct? Surely this place had at least enough culture to carry a ladies bags...[/center] 

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As the man introduced himself, a feeling of relief dared to climb over her. At least chivalry had its place. A small curtsy led into a quiet introduction."I am Aisly Verona Withers. A pleasure Sir Gio. I would be honored if you would aid me with my things." She gestured to her rather ornate large traveling case. His look was more becoming than the others she had seen, clearly he had been taught proper behavior.