There weren't NPCs because they didn't need to be there? It made sense, John decided, but he still didn't like it. Explanations were thrown about for the girl, who seemed to absorb it all fairly easily. Someone - Naitilus was it? - restated the idea to find the front door. John nodded to it. "We don't have much else of a choice, I guess." The girl asked about the RP's plot. "Well," John said, scratching his head, "supposedly, this is one of those 'school-for-the-gifted' RPs. Beyond that, I'm not sure, but I think Naitilus is right: We should try to find the front door. We don't have much else of a choice at this rate." John began to look about the walls of the towering Academy, looking for clues as to which direction the main entrance may be.