Ssarak was among the crowd of students waiting outside the gates of the college. Evidently, he had arrived at an opportune time, as the college seemed to be taking in an influx of new students. Growing up, Ssarak had heard of the Twilight College and how some Esyire traveled there for training in the use of their mageblood. Ssarak’s clan, however, lived about as far from the city as possible, and they were mostly isolated to themselves, apart from trade with Felldor. Ssarak, however, had guided himself to this place, so it was a fortunate coincidence that he was arriving now. His entire life thusfar had been dedicated to fighting and killing for clan Dyre, and his obsession with that goal had left him alone and broken, isolated from the world with no hint of a purpose. His time as a mercenary had failed to fill that void in his life, so perhaps here, with magic, he would find some new direction for his existence. 

Some of the students around him were talking among themselves, but for the moment at least, Ssarak preferred to be with his own thoughts. He tried his best to fade into the crowd, but unfortunately, pretty much everything about him stood out. He towered over pretty much every non-Esyire around him, and his attire did not exactly match theirs either. Most mages did not choose to wear full plate armor and carry around a battleaxe; he heard a few students speculate that he was a guard or something. Most would not likely expect a giant, two handed warrior to be a psychomancer, especially if they were not familiar with Esyire scale coloration tendencies. Even if they were, most would likely assume he either did not develop his mageblood, or he delved into Noxomancy. Of course, with Ssarak, things were rarely as they seemed. 

Just before the gate opened, another Esyire landed next to the group of students, or at least he had assumed it was an Esyire. He paid little mind to her as the gate opened in front of them, revealing the headmaster of the College, who, surprisingly, was also Esyire. Everything he presented in his speech seemed straightforward enough, so Ssarak had little reason to speak up. There were a few students who voiced their questions, among them the Esyire who had landed a few moments ago. Upon further inspection, he realized that she did not seem to be pure Esyire, something he had not known was actually possible. He had never known of any in his clan who mentioned such people existing, and there were a few who had directly denied it. Still, she obviously existed, so it would be quite impossible to deny it at this point. Ssarak found himself somewhat interested to speak to her, though for the moment, Khan’s tour was a more immediate concern. He listened intently, waiting for the answers to the others’ questions.