"You should go by the college tomorrow morning, they have officials who can point you in the right direction," The gnome, Fillion Flexner, had told him. And now he stood in a queue in the Cildran Hall, along with a veritable host of other prospective students. When he had gotten up this morning, after spending a rather uncomfortable night in a farmer's hayloft, he never imagined he find himself faced with so much competition. Not in a place as remote as a frontier city, like Teres. 

The lined moved on and at least it was his turn. He approached the admissions clerk with air of self-doubt and nervousness. "Gre..[i]ahem[/i]..Greetings," He managed to stammer. "Arathys Menenon here for admission..."