[center][b][color=9e0b0f]Ranulf Edom ;; Location - Gardens of Beacon Academy[/color][/b][/center]

That speech...was surprisingly short and concise, something Ranulf was pretty content about. He hadn't been impressed with long-winded and sugary speeches at the age of five, and he wasn't even more impressed at the age of seventeen. As the other students drained out of the speech area, Ranulf waited a few more minutes, allowing the crowd to simmer down before he exited. He didn't have a real destination in mind;; He had wanted to unpack and familiarize himself with the dorms, but there were no announcements concerning such things, and he was in no real hurry to find them in the first place. It seemed as if they were supposed to familiarize themselves with the Academy itself, first, which he had no troubles with at all. Exploration could be fun...especially if you ran into an enemy along the way. 

It was one of the reasons why he enjoyed RPG games. If only, in life, you could run into a group of Goblins while walking down the road. By now, the crowd had simmered away from the Assembly Hall, and Ranulf approached the large wooden doors that blocked him from the outside courtyard. With a minor flick of the finger, the doors were opened widely, and Ranulf walked through the gap, hands resting in his pockets. Dark orange eyes gazed around, honing in on the large, statued fountain a ways away, before Ranulf sighed and began heading in a random direction. 

[b]"I guess I'll walk 'till I drop."[/b] He grumbled. He really wanted to release the stress of the day by doing some 'light' training, but with no room to do it, he could only do...well, nothing. His walking unwittingly took him to the Beacon Gardens, and as he walked passed the different roses and tulips, he paused at the crystal-blue pond. A cool breeze was floating through the air, and a half grin began to form on his face, showing slightly elongated canines. [b]"I might be able to get in some light training, after all..."[/b] This was a pretty calming and solitary place, after all. Taking a quick break to take off his scarf and sit it on a nearby bench, Ranulf unshouldered his dark black and crimson backpack, letting it fall to the same bench with a loud, metallic 'thump'. 

The boy began stretching, eyes closing as he felt his drawn bones pop into place. [b]"Ah..."[/b]