Haklo slept for a very long time the following night after the introduction of the collage teachers. He still had Annabeth's knife as he was not comfortable of leaving a sharp instrument in her care while in a broken state from the mental assault. He got up from his bed and looked around. No one had roomed with him so he pretty much had the room all to himself. All his belongings were already there, one of which was an stand with his plate armor, gleaming in the morning light that escaped from the window. He got up from the bed and got dressed after his morning business, dumping said business out the window. 

After washing his face and hair, Haklo kept his hair long and straight, draping over his shoulders and smooth as silk. He donned a red silk shirt with black pants and vest. Around his hips he strapped on a sword belt where his blade was sheathed in it's scabbard. He sheathed his dagger with the blade and placed Annabeth's knife on the other side, wrapped in a leather thong as a makeshift scabbard. He set a brooch on his left side breast of his family crest and slipped on a silver ring on his right hand middle finger.

All dressed up and in comfortable yet expensive shoes, Haklo left his room, putting on a black coat that reached his knees and inside a chest pocket he placed a coinpurse with some gold. 

The nobleman made his way through the collage halls, his hand on his weapon rather casually.He made his way to the dining hall to get something to eat. He went through the door and looked around the hall to see who else had the same idea as him. His eyes went to a blonde man, older than Haklo but one who he somehow familiar. A certain shape of the shoulders and baring that he found familiar. Probably someone he had seen during the festivities but he couldn't point his finger at him. Haklo got himself a meal of poultry in gravy and took a seat not too far from the blonde man. 

"Which blood are you?" He asked between a bite and a sip of water. Next to the glass of water he had a glass of deep crimson wine.