[h2]L'ilisht[/h2]

L'ilisht decided that it would be best to escape the insanity that was going on in front of him. He was growing to [i]truly[/i] dislike his current classmates, moreso than even the general population. They were loud, noisy, and worse than regular people, they seemed to be rude specifically for the purpose of annoying other people. In the end, he'd been assigned a roommate. Somebody he didn't know, obviously, and somebody he didn't meet. For the entire first day, his roommate never showed. This would become a pattern, in fact. 

The second day...was worse. So much worse. Waking early wasn't exactly foreign to L'ilisht, but this Guavl stuff certainly was. It was like drinking a cup of coffee that was supercharged on some kind of coffee steroids. Except that it didn't taste exactly like death. No, it tasted like the good whiskey he got once or twice a year when he had some money to spare from a particularly good hunt. It was a nice feeling, actually, even if it wasn't the most appetizing thing. 

The written exam, though. 

[b]The written exam.[/b] It was more like mental torture. More like cruel and unusual punishment for some imagined crime. L'ilisht was harshly reminded of one of the reasons he wasn't exactly keen on coming to Mordhaben's: he couldn't read very well. Lack of formal education would do that to a kid, really. Most of the phrases, idioms, and words larger than a single syllable went completely over the blue chimera's head. 

His annoyance was evidence by the second test. "Do I have to do this?" His voice was...grating. It was harsh, and sounded totally synthetic, owing to his heritage. The sound matched the appearance, to be perfectly frank: fitting the "human" mold, but only just barely so.

Going through the tests not knowing what most of what anything meant (including the entirety of the magical knowledge section, unsurprisingly), L'ilisht finished only when the time ended. He was here for a reason, and if they were testing him, he'd at least try. Even if almost every single response section was totally blank or simply included a question of his own. 

The physical exam, though. That was where he shone. For each of the different sections of the exam, L'ilisht took a moment before starting to let the familiar warmth spread through his bones, magic flooding his body and enhancing his natural abilities even further beyond their naturally extreme levels. The results were perhaps most noticeable on the wagon run: L'ilisht seemed to barely be slowed down by the wagon at all, helped by both his second pair of arms and his magical enhancement. 

To anybody bothering to use Vision, he would be extremely obviously utilizing magic, but it would also be obvious that his magic was completely self-contained, affecting only him.