A tall, somewhat scrawny figure with a long cloak could be seen slowly treading the snow. It was early in the morning and the cloaked figure was slowly jogging through the various snowcovered buildings. Those who crossed his path would see two deep, red glows coming from underneath the cloak, and may perhaps catch a glimpse of blue hair. For the tall figure was a mutant, one with otherworldly abilities. 

After a short while of continuing along his path, the figure had stopped, only to knock on a wooden door of what seemed to the side entrance of a tavern. [i]"Excuse me, your requested help has arrived." [/i]After a little rummaging behind the old frame, the door swung open, nearly hitting the face of the lanky individual. A gritty looking man would open the door and try to look down on the person who had knocked on the door, only to shortly after realize that aformentioned individual was taller then him. 

The gritty man spoke with a deep voice; [i]"So you should be able to catch however is drinking my ale at night, you don't look as if you could. But eey, if you fail it will only deepen my pockets."[/i]

The lanky figure would just smile underneath his cloak, pointed teeth reflecting the light from the rising sun. "I'll find whoever is responsible for your ale dissapearing, but I only came to check in today. I'll return later for a few... mmmhh, inquiries shall we say." Hendrik, the tall figure would just stick out his tongue and walk off, not caring about a response. 

Slowly but surely the academy would come into sights, and just as Hendrik entered the school ground, the sun had fully risen above the horison.