There certainly wasn't any fanfare, Andras thought as he walked to the front door. It was entirely possible that there was another old mansion in this forest that was the one he was supposed to have gone to. The wave of boisterousness that washed over him in the form of a brunette girl greeting him confirmed that he was at the right place. He actually looked a bit taken aback by the force of her cheerfulness, but recovered in time to answer her question.<br/><br/>"Gwynn. Andras," his mortal identification was close enough to his real name that he assumed anyone of moderate intelligence could figure it out, not knowing which one his father or whomever had worked out the details of this had used with the school. Frankie's method of speaking made him think of a court Fool. Andras looked over Frankie's shoulder, looking for activity behind her, then behind himself at the empty expanse between the house and the forest. "I'm the first? How many others?" he purposely tried to use the human manners he'd been briefed on, trying not to appear overly impatient. He set his suitcase down for the weight, though.