Archer and Farril got off the bus at the school, arriving at the courtyard soon after.  So far there was only two students in the area, as most of the boats transporting students were just barely arriving.  Walking up too the early arrivals, Farril extended a hand in greeting.<br/>"Hello!  You two must be new students.  I'm Farril, and I'll be leading the tour of the school.  What are your names?"  Farril's face was lit up in a sparkling smile, while Archer stood behind her his face a blank slate.  His eyes were sweeping over the two, taking in every detail.<br/>The man looked old and worn, though his stance spoke of a young man.  His armor was impressive, definitely not for show.  There was multiple places where Archer could pick out its battle scars, though they were extremely faint.  Whoever did the repair work was either a master smith or magic, probably magic.<br/>The girl was in regular clothes, and he could spot moisture around her mouth.  Since she lacked a water bottle, Archer assumed she had drank strait from the fountain.  The world she went to was likely ancient in nature, maybe Roman or Babylonian. She seemed to have a magic aura, it reminded him of the few gods he had encountered, though it was definitely weaker.  Demigod maybe, or blessed by a god, something along those lines.<br/>Either way it looked like these two were going to be very interesting additions to the school.  He would have too keep an eye on them.