[center][color=71BC78][h2]Renatus Gadow[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=71BC78][b]"Mischief? Oh no, I was just finishing my work here. Its pretty noisy at home, so I find it more efficient to focus on it here."[/b][/color] Renatus said with a dismissive wave, before he adjusted his glasses and took a step back from Alistair, propping his hand against his chin in a "Thinking" position. [color=71BC78][b]"Another place that works...hmm...what about a sidewalk with chalk? Its temporary and all, but it'd probably alleviate the need to do it everywhere else. But, that's your choice after all...What are those anyway? They don't look like any language I've seen. Almost like something out of a fantasy novel."[/b][/color] the short boy chirped, seemingly very curious about Alistair's little hobby.

Regardless, he couldn't help but look at the grooves that Alistair had made, all in a very intricate looking code from the way it was spaced out and arranged. Perhaps he thought it nothing more than some little home-made language...a hobby that while odd, might be a thing. Maybe. Who knew what exactly either was thinking besides themselves anyhow? Disregarding the symbols for a moment, Renatus said: [color=71BC78][b]"Oh, and me running into you isn't really a coincidence. I was actually hoping if you could fill me in on the details with some of the rumors I heard were circulating before I transferred,"[/b][/color] which was...a rather odd request for a favor. Why did some random transfer student care about dead rumors? Either way, there was a certain insistence in Renatus' eyes...the kind that said that if Alistair didn't tell him, he'd become very, very annoying very quickly. Whether Alistair would answer or not wouldn't matter though as Renatus lead him out to a nearby parking complex, a good deal of cars still there due to the average work hours not quite being over.