Antafien stood in the ranks of his fellows. He was a little bit taller then the rest, but being an elf it was only natural as he looked through the slit visor of his helmet. He hated these things, though he wore a light weight armor chest piece that was all he wore. The speeds at which he could move even with out dragonartes was impressive, and you didn't want your vision obscured when you had to react to things so fast. So their he stood watching at the festivities. Maybe because he was drow, maybe cause he was an urchin he didn't know, but the other races loved there celebrations and he couldn't quite understand it, despite those thoughts however hidden away by his helmet he did smile . He was proud at all he had accomplished, a Drow urchin living among the other races, many said he would achieve nothing, looked at him with open hate and disgust, or with barely managed contempt. But here he stood, people looking on in a bit of awe at him and the warriors next to him. Never in his life has he felt so welcomed, and even admired. 

 Despite always wearing helmets people knew what he was in the academy or that he was at least some kind of elf. Unless you knew the diffrence between elvish and Drow their languages sounded very similar. So he looked on taking in a deep breath as he smiled behind the cover of that helmet. He closed his eyes and listened to head mistress Lucia, but they were open as he noted that she was ranting, talking like a mad woman, and then he heard her chanting as he looked over and then up as the sky started to darken and dragons once again roomed the skies. He judged the situation. Lucia was the best of them, the strongest in dargonartes as he watched two people attack her and she swatted them away like flies before leaping into the air. This was an interesting turn of a events. 

 He looked to the human as he threw off his helmet and stood up asking questions and vowing to give pursuit . Antafien walked forward "I would say that our dear headmistress has gone crazed, summoned dragons once more into a world, and left to start building a kingdom of her own image." His voice was smooth like slik, but had a sharp hiss like a snake as he sounded rather calm. He smiled taking his helmet off, he never liked rules very much. His long pure white hair falling down as those bright red eyes looked on. He fixed his coat and slipped off the gloves on his hands as there was no need to hide the color at this juncture, he never liked hiding what he was anyways. "So you ask us to risk our lives, chasing after the strongest of us, now with an army of dragons at her beck and call." he paused for a moment as he grinned wide and his eyes narrowed some giving him a rather sinister look. "Sounds like fun to me." he stated his voice taking on a harsh tone. Soon his eyes turned looking over the candidates "And who else will Join us in our dance with death."