A small burst of wind heralded this young elf's arrival to the island academy. She stepped forward from the center of a small whirlwind, the gust instantly subsiding as she looked around in awe. She hadn't seen many building like this with her own eyes, just from the stories that her grandparents told or read. She brushed her short, pure white hair from her face as her gray eyes scanned the area for anything that looked like a receptionist's area or administrations office. After finally settling on something that she thought was it, she stepped off, her armor making the faintest of clinking sounds as she walked. Over her shoulder was slung a custom bow made from the scales of a lake-creature from her home forest, a water dragon if you will. On the small of her back was a beautifully crafted elven sword inlaid with mithril stones to help deflect magic.<br/><br/>She pushed the door to the office open and stepped inside, slowly making her way up to the main desk. She saw a note on the counter, "Ring for Assistance" below the note, a small golden bell, like the ones that restaurants or hotels have. She rang it and waited...