Riding an airship was surely an experience considering Jeralt had never ridden a boat, let alone a flying one. For a majority of the ride, Jeralt had been glued to the railing, watching as the world passed underneath his feet. It was beautiful yet terrifying, seeing the landscape turn from plains, forests, and even a city every now and then though he knew that one mistake could send him plummeting to the ground, and that was a long fall he wouldn't want to make. Pretty soon the mountain in the distance became closer and the ship was finally at its destination, Erstwhile Academy. A pool of students started to fill up around where they would be departing, and of course Jeralt was one of them, with a bag slung over his shoulder and his sword at his hip, Jeralt was ready to take on this new challenge.

Stepping into the sea of students, he couldn't help but feel the temperature, it was colder than he was used too. Then again they were on top of a mountain, [color=silver]"Man, chilly here,"[/color] Jeralt mumbled to himself, gazing up at Erstwhile and all of its glory.