Archer watched closely to the two's response, using it to get a further read on them.  Catherine was a free spirit, she didn't much care what others think, though just enough too know that it strike them as odd.<br/><br/>The man was much more weary of the world, especially the word crazy.  This guy's been through some pretty serious things, that's for sure.<br/>"I could use a bit more crazy."  Archer said nodding towards the sword on his back, his face still void of emotion.  "I need more conversation pieces."<br/>Farris took the man's hand, shaking it firmly.<br/>"Which ever one you prefer.  Fray seems more unique though, so I'd go with that."  As Fray let go from the long hand shake, Farril shook her head.<br/>"Don't worry, it is by far one of the more normal greetings I've had.  Did you know in some cultures sticking out your hand is an threat?"<br/>As Farril talked to Fray, Archer examine how his armor disappeared.  Mass to magic conversion, almost 100% efficiency too.  That would explain why his armor is so masterfully cared for, he could just disperse any blemish in the armor and reform it in optimal position.  As long as the mass is about equal it would be ok.  What else could he do with that.  As Fray commented on Catherine, Archer responded.<br/>"It seems to be in her nature, you can't stop someone from acting like that.  Doing so would only bottle up that excitement, eventually it would explode."  His deadpan voice gave his words a sense of accuracy, like he was stating an obvious fact rather than a observation.  He always did seem to have this kind of effect.<br/><br/>The newcomer, Mathew, was obviously new to the island.  As Farril moves over to greet him with a warm smile and a hand shake Archer examined him.<br/>He stood with a stature of strength, someone who was used to being the strongest man in the room.  Boy was he in for a surprise.  He had a jump in his step that spoke of exceeding joy, like he just saw an old girl friend who had on sight kissed him, and very well too.  Based on the lack of lipstick he judge that it was something else he had been missing.  Maybe the magic aura of the land?  This island was one of the few places on Earth where magic radiated from the ground, since it was entirely created with magic.  Still, maybe the girlfriend wasn't wearing any lipstick today, that was always a possibility.<br/><br/>Slowly the rest of the new students arrived, and the time to start the tour had arrived.  The rest where more typical heroes, though one of the people seemed to be created from pure magic, possibly the avatar of the girl standing next to him.  Keep an eye on those two as well.<br/>Walking to Farril, who had been walking  among the group shaking hands, Archer tapped her shoulder then his watch.<br/>"We're still missing one of the students, I think we should wait."  Farril said, he look of slight concern for the student and less slight annoyance at Archer crossing her face.<br/>"You don't have time to waste, they likely got side tract with something on the way here, maybe saw a pretty girl and followed her.  Either way if he isn't here he left the group and there for no longer our concern.  Let's start now."  Archer put a bit of authority into his words, though his voice didn't break it's deadpan.  Nodding in agreement with a hint of defeat.  Archer turned to the group and spoke up among the students.<br/>"Hello, and welcome to Sylus academy.  I'm Farril, and this is my friend Archer, we will be giving you a tour of the school today.  Before we begin, is there any nagging questions we should get out of the way now?"