It was a rather delightfully melancholic life for Joseph, of course speaking in complete irony. Joseph had managed to exhaust himself looking for a teacher to talk to in regards of the situation he was in and the conditions the legal system had for staying there. He honestly wouldn't blame them for being afraid of him or at least see him as a troublemaker. Based on the lamias words which he remembered in frighteningly vivid detail, it seemed that his race of monster was practically extinct or rather close to extinction. In a way he saw it as a benefit since from what little he understood about wendigo, they were monsters that were incredibly out of their element in the modern world. There were no huge fields of buffalo, no endless forests to dwell in, no elk, not even the numerous fish that used to swim in the many lakes and rivers of old. Though it sounds like an environmental rant, it was the cold hard truth, a beast that takes over a human can't survive in a time where there's so many more weapons and less 'wild grown' food to go around. Back then a Wendigo could easily get away with 'offing' a few Indians or even colonists, but NOW? Advancements in weaponry and technology made it just as easier to 'hunt' as well as to 'heal'.<br/><br/>Joseph had managed to pry information out of students that lead him into the Headmasters Tower, of course he felt simply 'stupidulous' for not noticing a giant-ass tower that has the word 'Headmaster' on it. Honestly who the hell misses that?! Even so, once he was inside the tower. He followed what little information he had to go on, to locate the head master. However it was taking too long and it was too quiet...to HIM at least, to attempt to break (what was to him) the unsettling silence as he looked around "Excuse me! Is Headmaster Darian in?!"