Trysten watched the group of half-breeds from the next compartment over.  They all seemed like nice people, but then again, he'd thought the same thing about others he'd known.  The only way too find out for sure would be too watch, and listen.  Given time, he might just learn which of them he could really trust.<br/>As the train stopped and everyone got off, Trysten paid little too no attention as a speech was given and the students were sent off too their rooms.  Finding his name on the big screen, Trysten starred at the name next too his, Raimo.  First order of business would be to set down some ground rules with this kid, Trysten didn't want too be stepping over the guy's stuff all year long.<br/>As he entered the main room of the dorm Trysten's thoughts took a detour as he noticed the massive bunch of screens and game consoles.  Most of it looked strange too him except for the Wii U.  Once him and the old gang got their hands on one and for a week strait they played that thing.  Trysten kicked some serious but with the really big guy with the really big sword.  As his thoughts went back too those days, the smile on his face dropped as less friendly memories came too.  Trysten shook his head, clearing away the image of a burning building.  He wasn't going too think about that.  He came here, not too think about that.<br/>Moving over too the screens, Trysten found a armchair facing the wrong direction.  He corrected that, then sat himself down, leaning forward slightly.<br/>"Pass me one of those funky looking controllers, with the miss-mash buttons.  I'm gonna kick all the buts at smash."  Trysten noticed the kid sitting on the floor next too him then turned back too the cyclops girl who seemed too be the owner of the games.<br/>"Actually, pass me two.  This guy needs a controller as well."  Trysten said, motioning too the kid on the floor next to him.<br/>As the games commenced and Trysten learned that two weeks of play doesn't make you an expert, he noticed something.  Looking around, everyone in this dorm was a halfling.  Thinking about it, it made sense.  By giving the half-breeds their own dorm it would make it harder for the other kids too get at them.  Trysten liked that, it meant he'd have too break less arms.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Alma had gotten up and ready just in time for the assembly, taking his seat between Laila and Birchwood.  As the dragon gave his speech, Alma listened too the crowd.  From the sound of it, there was a few more kids than last year.  As the kids left Roxalius turned around and questioned the other teachers.<br/>"Well, no one actually forced you too, and you're the better speaker anyways.  If Gaia wanted someone specific too give the speech she would have told us so."  Alma then rose up from his seat and started walking away.<br/>"I new to go prepare a few more things for class tomorrow.  Someone tell me when it's dinner time so I don't accidentally miss it."