A hurried set of footsteps echoed through the halls of the Clock Tower as a boy younger than most amongst the halls sprinted, running as fast as he could, all of his strength being put into every step he took as he mentally repeated: [color=DBDB97][b]"I'MLATEI'MLATEI'MLATEI'MLATEI'MLATEI'MLATEI'MLATEI'MLATE I'MLATEI'MLATEI'MLATEI'MLATEI'MLATE!"[/b][/color] as he dashed past students carrying books, and even having to pass through various parts of the building that connected to the museum.

Just a few hours prior, Joachim Heikkinen had just departed from the plane he'd arrived on, luggage carried behind him as the young boy, left alone in the almost entirely foreign environment, found himself rather lost just trying to GET to the Clock Tower. Oh sure, seeing it was easy, but the streets of London proved more...confusing than expected. Or rather, his sense of direction was far worse than he could have expected. He wasn't used to traveling, what with his studies taking up most of his life; The most experience he'd had with London was when his father would bring them to talk in person with a few Lords of the mage's association...mostly to brown nose in bids to arrange beneficial marriages that, really, never were destined to work out.

That wasn't what mattered now though; A summons from the Clock Tower, as well as an invitation to a Holy Grail War was a once in a lifetime thing for a magus of his low standing, and as such he knew that failing to even show up would be more than just an insult to them. As such, he was reasonably panicked when he couldn't find the headmaster's office right away. After being scolded by a passing professor, and finally getting instructions from a girl kind enough to give him the time of day, he arrived and slowly pushed the door open. He'd been running a fair bit, and he was frightened at the prospect of not being in time, but it seemed that so far only a handful of the other masters had arrived as well. He didn't know what kind of favor his father had to put in to have someone so...young be put up as a master for a grail war, but he knew that he couldn't lose focus. Faltering here before the already accomplished magus would lead to him being regarded as burden...perhaps he'd even be killed for his servant if he wasn't mindful. 

Clearing his throat silently, he took a seat and said: [color=DBDB97][b]"M-My apologies for being late. I'm Joachim Heikkinen; I specialize in healing magecraft. Its a pleasure to meet you all."[/b][/color] feeling a bit calmer at having a chance to introduce himself before he took in the other Magi around him. One was obviously the most conspicuous of the bunch, wearing a turban as well as a full mask over his face. That was...a bit off putting, since he couldn't even look him in the eyes, but Joachim quickly looked at the other two present. A well built looking man, and a fiery haired woman clearly of high standing. He gulped, feeling utterly out of place amidst these undoubtedly experienced Magi...no, he couldn't feel discouraged now! It wasn't like he was completely inexperienced; He'd seen blood, mended bones, held the dying, he was definitely as prepared as he could be. Now, he only hoped that he wouldn't get laughed out. Either for his height, or for his youth. Regardless, the box clutched tightly in his hands was proof that he wasn't here as a stand-in. An honest to goodness catalyst, if just a small one, meant that he had prepared ahead of time to summon his servant. Even if it was just a chip, it was the genuine article for a summoning.