[h1][center][color=royalblue]Bradley Drake, Jr.[/color][/center][/h1]

[color=royalblue]"Eh?!"[/color]

Bradley looked at the rude lass, as if she had deeply insulted him. He then shifted his eyes toward the group of students, scratching his head. Why didn't he notice them before? Was the map so horribly drawn, it hypnotized him into following it? No, no, that's not it... well, regardless, might as well not sit here looking like a fool for any longer.

[color=royalblue]"Triton's beard, what a rud lass."[/color] Bradley said to himself, scratching the back of his head, again, before standing up and approaching the group of students, stuffing his map and compass into his coat. Might as well introduce himself now, and rally these lazy students just standing around.

[color=royalblue]"Alright, ye land-lubbers, listen here! The name's Bradley, and I'm looking for where this bloody Institute is! So if any of ye want to get off yer' lazy bums and help me find it, that'd be appreciated![/color]