The sound of a singular smack of a pole to the ground was all that followed ritter. His footsteps were quiet as a mouse. Having a large moss green cloak over him he seemed wider than he was, making him seem powerful and dangerous. In truth he was the opposite. A spriggan and friend of nature he had done little fighting, thought sparring with his animal freinds was all he had under his belt. As one of the teachers met him at the front, Ritter took the hood from his head to show his head. Instantly they asked his name, age and the reason he had come.

"my name is ritter kay, currently 17 and I have come to grow in strength" he said attempting to sound determind. As the man nodded Ritter walked towards the court yard. He may be a first year but he looked taller and more powerful than anyone there. Looking at his walking stick that also happened to be his weapon he couldn't help but smile. He actually made it. The whole journey here he was sure he would perish without the help of the forest creatures he knew and loved but nothing stopped him.