[center][b]Sigmund[/b][/center] 

Sig popped up out of the chair and made a long, luxurious stretch. The chair had seemed like the most comfortable option at the time, but he'd spent two long hours in it getting his bearings. The knots in his back unkinked as he let out a low groan.

Feeling a bit less tense, he turned to regard his savior more thoroughly. She seemed young, perhaps it was possible she was as young as her looks implied. Sigil felt it likely she was much older: he could sense death on her, registering to his senses like a cold and dry wind.

"Sigmund!" He said cheerfully. "My name, that is. Though you should call me Sig. Sig[b]mund[/b] sounds like a sea monster, which I am... Not?"

He trailed off,  his eyes glazing slightly and fixing on a point in the distance. Had he ever attempted to breathe underwater?

"No, of course not." He murmured, though not with much conviction. His gaze continued to drift idly across the field before them. Enormous shapes and twisted beings stood amongst smaller human ones. He had a knack for taking the surreal in stride, but he had to admit to himself that the dragons made him uneasy. 

The focal point seemed to be on the bloodied young man now prostrate upon the ground.

[i]thumped him like a rented mule[/i],  whispered a spirit. 
[i]had it coming too[/i], added another.

Sig was doubtful. Spirits could be petulant things, and rarely told the whole truth. Still, the poor guy must have done [b]something[/b] heinous to have gained the enmity of so many so swiftly.

"Yes... What do roosters do, but establish pecking order?" He muttered, then his eyes abruptly refocused on Liana. 

"Yes! I am here for the Academy. I take it these..." He made a vague gesture towards the assembled group, attempting to find the right word as 'people' would have been quite insufficient. "...[i]motley individuals[/i] are here for much the same? Are [i]you[/i]?"

He leaned in a bit, taking a closet look at her.

[i]more than she seems[/i], tattled a ghost, [i]saw her watching.[/i]

"But you strike me as someone who knows secrets, yes?" He said with a sly grin. "It's quite alright, I don't need your secrets. I have enough of my own."

He jolted suddenly, as though a weighty realization had just struck him. He jabbed a finger towards the dragons.

"Holy Hell, how do you suppose they'll get [i]them[/i] through the [b]doors[/b]?"
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